Watch Your Back (Devil's Backbone, #2)

by Tate James

At some point, I curled up in a ball and went to sleep. Long drives always made me so tired. “Watch out!” Heath’s startled shout jerked me out of deep sleep a split second before the car swerved sharply, then crashed to a stop like we’d just hit something. Hard. “Fuck!” Royce exclaimed. “He came out of nowhere! Shit, Squirrel, you okay?” His seat belt unclicked, and he all but climbed between the seats to check on me, and I groaned as I rubbed my head. I’d smacked it somewhere in that abrupt stop, and it throbbed. Royce swatted my hand away and grabbed my head between his hands to check if I was bleeding, but I was pretty sure it was a minor bump at worst. “What happened?” I asked, batting his fussing hands away. It was dark outside, but given the time of year and how late we’d left the diner, that wasn’t surprising. “Where are we?” “Deer,” Heath replied, sounding a little pained. “We hit a deer. Or he hit us. Jumped out of the bushes with exactly zero warning.” I gasped, shoving Royce out of the way and gaping at the dense spiderweb of cracks that my windshield had become. Horrified, I heard a little whimper escape me. “My car…”

I actually really don't like this scene. It feels sudden, like this was put in last minute to fill a plothole.