Silver Bullet Bear (Paranormal Shifter Romance (The Agency Book 3) Read Free Page B

what it was, and their departure from the highway distracted her for a moment. Now, driving through city streets, she wondered what it was that he did that had gotten him sent to babysit her for the weekend. He must have screwed up massively to draw this job.
    “What is it that you—”
    She never completed the question.
    “Oh shit!” Josh shouted, throwing himself toward her.
    He never made it. In front of them the first car, the one with her brother in it, slammed on the brakes, tires squealing.
    Hannah screamed as a pickup truck flew into the intersection they were crossing and collided with her brother’s car. The smaller vehicle wrapped itself around the bumper of the truck. Windows shattered and glass flew everywhere.
    She didn’t have time to watch, however, as the car with her in it tried to swerve to the left around the rear of the truck. They were traveling too fast, and clipped the backside of the vehicle. The momentum of the turn plus the impact up front flipped her car upside down, and spun it across the intersection on its roof into oncoming traffic.
    Josh barked in pain as metal shrieked when another vehicle couldn’t stop in time and T-boned her vehicle, spinning it around some more. Hannah cried out as she realized it had impacted on the same side Josh was sitting on, slamming the door into him.
    The car spun around crazily until it hit something on her side, and then the entire wall of the car collapsed in on her. The last thing she remembered before darkness claimed her was look of horror on Josh’s face.

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    She came to, blinking rapidly.
    The world was upside down.
    “Ow,” she said woozily, slowly realizing that she was still stuck in the car. “How long was I out?” She hoped the words were intelligible to Josh.
    “Thirty seconds, perhaps,” he said, his voice stiff with pain.
    She twisted her neck to look at him, muscles screaming in pain from just that little movement.
    Her eyes widened as the big man pressed his hands against the door that was pinning him to his seat, and then began to push. His incredible strength bent the metal frame out and away from him. She gasped in horror when it pulled a chunk of metal from his side, covered in blood. Almost immediately she heard the sound of dripping as more of it began to spatter against the top of the vehicle below.
    “Are you okay?” she said, still reeling from being hit by her own door.
    “I’ll live,” he said with a grunt. His seatbelt snapped and he fell to the ground, the last of the metal removing itself from his side with a meaty thwack that set her stomach rumbling with disgust and horror.
    “Maybe,” he finished a second later, grimacing in pain, both from the fall and the gaping wound in his side. “You, on the other hand,” he said with a look out her window, or what remained of it, “you should be dead.”
    “What do you mean?” she asked as he inched his way over to her.
    “That,” he said with a nod at something outside her field of view, “is a telephone pole that we seem to have wrapped ourselves around. Or a light pole, maybe. I can’t tell from in here. Either way, you’re lucky it didn’t crush you.”
    He reached up, wincing as the movement pulled at his wound, and repeated the same feat of strength with the door on her side. Then he ripped her seatbelt off and caught her as she fell into his arms.
    Hannah very, very carefully didn’t tremble at the power contained in his arms, the thick muscle bulging as he set her down, hands as gentle as could be. He waited to see that she could stand before he turned and kicked his door free, giving them an exit from the vehicle.
    She followed behind him, gratefully taking his hand as he helped her up once she ducked out from the wreck.
    “The driver!” she said, suddenly remembering the other man.
    “You get him,” Josh said, looking over the top of the vehicle. “I need to go see to your brother.”
    Hannah followed his gaze just as the first flames burst