“Smoke,” I whispered. He bit off a curse, then he was gone. Suddenly, I was flying, flying next to something warm and solid. I liked warm and solid. Then, I wasn’t flying anymore, and the rain had stopped. Now, warmth was all around me, but I still shivered. I was on something soft, my head resting against it. I felt heat run over my shoulder, down my torso and then a faint click. Then a slam. He put me in the truck. I was in the truck. His truck.
