Trying to Live With the Dead (The Veil Diaries #1)

by B.L. Brunnemer

I looked over my shoulder to see Zeke striding toward me, his face was determined. I don’t remember my train of thought, but I knew that Zeke would stop me from leaving, and I had to go. We needed answers. I turned away from him and ran across the street. Zeke’s boots speed up behind me. My heart slammed against my ribs as I jumped onto the curb in front of me and kept going. I spotted my Blazer at the end of the block and pumped my arms harder. I was halfway there before Zeke caught me. A thick arm snagged me around the waist. I was yanked off my feet, my butt slamming into his stomach, my back against his chest. I pushed my weight forward trying to make him drop me when his other arm wrapped around my chest. His arm between my breasts, his hand on my right shoulder pinning me back against his chest. I swung my legs around, cursing at him. It did nothing; he was as steady as a rock. “Let me go!” I snarled through my teeth. I lifted my legs as high as I could and threw them out, trying to knock him off balance. He budged, barely. “When you calm down,” he said calmly. I didn’t want calm. I wasn’t calm so how could he be calm?! I yanked at his arm across my chest, using everything I had. “I have to go!” I yelled, swinging my legs again, hoping to get one of his legs. He dodged and lifted me higher, taking my shorter legs out of range. My head tilted back, my face was looking up at the sky. “You have to stop freaking out,” he growled against my neck. “I will scream, Zeke, I s...