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correctly, the little lady is Shulcrist’s bride-to-be. That makes her perfect tender. Tell Shulcrist as soon as we get his first payment, we’ll let him know where he can find her.”
    Yarrolam couldn’t argue with them. Neither could he plead with them to reconsider, or to let her go. No matter what he said, it wouldn’t change these men’s minds. They’d been sent to do a job, and they were going to go through with it.
    Time was running out, leaving him with no other choice.
     

Chapter 4
    Flight
     
     
                Yarrolam launched himself at the two men holding Cherron, slamming sideways into the man with gun. Both Cherron and the man who held her fell backwards under the impact. Turning slightly, he slashed down with his thick claws across the first man’s wrist, severing the hand holding the pistol. Before the second man could worm his way free from underneath Cherron, Yarrolam twisted his body and brought his Ruinos hand down on the guy’s Adam’s apple. The man released his grip on her and clasped his neck in a vain attempt to staunch the flow of blood.
                All of this happened within a handful of seconds. The man by the car stood there in surprised shock. By the time he realized what was happening, Yarrolam had managed to bring his feet underneath him. With a single lunge, he closed the nearly twelve foot gap between himself and the guy, ramming him against the car. The impact knocked the man out, and he slipped to the ground like a sack of soft putty.
                Yarrolam turned to Cherron. “Come on! Get in!”
                She took one look at the two men lying bleeding by her heels, and hurried over to jump into the car. Yarrolam found the man’s gun and dropped it into his pants pocket before sliding under the wheel.
                They sped out of the parking lot, taking the feeder road, where he merged onto the interstate and headed north. Neither of them spoke as Yarrolam forced himself to keep to the speed limit. Eventually, they reached the outskirts of the city. By that time, he allowed himself to relax. As far as he could tell, no one was following them, but it didn’t mean they were out of danger. If anything, the worst was just beginning.
                “Who were those men?”
                He glanced over at where she rubbing her arms with her hands. The red marks on her wrists would soon turn a bruised blue.
                “Are you cold?”
                “No. I’m terrified. Who were those men? Why did they…” Her voice broke but she didn’t cry. She was fighting back fear with anger. Trying to find reason and sanity after what she’d witnessed.
                “I don’t know, Cherron. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but we’re going to find out. I promise.”
                Once they reached Mississippi, Yarrolam pulled off the highway and into the first small town. Finding an ATM machine, he withdrew the maximum amount allowed. Getting back inside the car, he held out a hand.
                “Give me your phone.”
                “Why?” she asked, but dug inside her purse and relinquished it to him. She watched in disbelief as he left the vehicle and walked over to the small trash receptacle next to the bank machine. He deftly broke the cell phone into pieces with his bare hands, dumping the remains, then returned to the car.
                “Was that really necessary?” she asked.
                “I don’t know, but would you want to take the chance?”
                Their next stop was at a local Gas-N-Go where he filled up the car, bought a disposable phone, and withdrew more money from the store’s ATM machine. He also got a few snacks and some bottles of water. Getting back under the wheel, he handed the bag of items to Cherron. Once he pulled the car up to the side of the store, he