Saint Sloan (Saint Sloan #1)(64)

He smirked. “I don’t believe you. You are now, that’s for sure. Quaking in your fancy dress, but what about when you get home? What if you see him and change your mind?”

“I won’t.”

“Excuse me if I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t you think shooting me is a bit dramatic?” Sloan asked, trying her best to stay calm. Despite her best efforts, her fingers shook.

Morbid as it was, she’d often thought about the best way to die. Asleep in her bed when old and gray seemed the best option. Drowning, the worst. Shot? Depended on where he shot her, she supposed.

At eighteen, she never thought she’d have to consider such possibilities.

“Who ever said anything about shooting you? Haven’t you been paying attention?” He glanced at Sloan with a twinkle in his eyes and then back to the road. The lonely road that barely got any traffic.

“Then what?”

“Did God give you wings?”

That caught her off guard.

He spoke again when she didn’t answer right away. “Give you wings. God. Did He give you wings when you were saved?”

“No,” she muttered, not liking where this was going.

“What? Sorry didn’t hear you.”

“No,” she said louder, hopefully with more defiance.

“No. Well, too bad. A saint like you. A perfect creature, even if it’s in your own mind, like you should have the wings of an angel to go with that crooked halo you like to show off.”

“I don’t…”

With his right hand, he grabbed the gun and held it up to her temple, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut. He was crazy, totally crazy.

And she was totally alone with him.

“You do. You know you do. You’ve been little Miss Perfect since you started this church mess, and it needs to stop. You need a reality check. You need someone to show you the way.”

He pushed the barrel of the gun harder against her head. She tried very hard not to flinch. Who knew what he’d do if she did?

“God, don’t let him kill me. Please. Don’t let him.” She screamed a prayer in her mind without moving a muscle.

“I owe you something, Sloan, and I’m going to get it tonight. You can talk, you know.” He chuckled and put the gun back in his lap.

Her muscles gave way and Sloan fell over in her seat, sucking in a deep breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. She was afraid of what he thought she “owed” him. The first thing that crossed her mind was he was taking her somewhere to force her to sleep with him. That brought the question, would she do it if he had a gun to her head? Or would she let him shoot her before he touched her again?

“It’s not what you’re thinking, Sloan,” he said, like he could read her mind. After taunting her for a week in the shadows, maybe he could. “I wouldn’t touch you. Don’t want to touch you. Been there. Done that. No, I have a much better plan for you. We have to test the theory.”

“What theory?” she asked barely above a whisper. There was no stopping the shaking now. She was freezing even though he had the heater on full-blast. Strange for May.

Just like old times.

Her red-sequined prom dress wasn’t exactly keeping her warm, and the fear sucked whatever heat she had out.

“Your wings. Weren’t you listening?” Up ahead, illuminated by the Mustang’s headlights, Sloan saw the sign which sat between yellow and black arrows warning of a sharp curve ahead. Chapel Falls

“We’re going to see if an angel like you can fly or if you are a sinner like the rest of us and fall.”

An angel like her. Wasn’t that hilarious? She wasn’t an angel. Far from it. She was just saved. Staring at the pistol in Boyd’s lap, she thought maybe it was a good time to ask for forgiveness for any sin she’d recently committed. Just to be safe.

After her prayer, she knew she had to keep Boyd talking. When he was quiet, he was more dangerous. “Did Darcy help you?”

“Darcy?” He laughed. It wasn’t a good thing when he laughed.

“Yeah. Did she help you with the notes and stuff?”

His smile broadened. “I guess in a roundabout way she did. I broke into her house and got her medicine to fill your bottle with.”

“To make them think I was crazy.”

“And maybe even get you hooked on them. I was fine either way.”

That lowdown son of a snake. If she could have kicked him with her high heel, she would have. “And the credit card?”

“I stole it when I was in your room. It’s not hard to get in your house, you know? You should really look into that.”

“I will.” She looked out the window, watching the darkness outside swish by. Chapel Falls was way in the boonies; not many houses were around. If she screamed, it wouldn’t do any good. She only saw one car. The one behind them a few car lengths away. “Who was the girl that called the flower shop pretending to be me?”

“You just want all the answers, don’t you?”

“I’m gonna die. Might as well know why.”

“Don’t have faith in your God to save you? For shame.” He smiled. “Tsk, tsk. I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t trust Him either.”

“Who was it?” she asked again, closing her eyes and praying to keep it together.