Free Obsessed (Book #12 in the Vampire Journals) by Morgan Rice Page B

afraid of what might await her.
    Then she snapped
her locket closed, shutting out the light, and began her ascent up the stone steps.
    Her destiny, she
knew, life or death, lay before her.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
    Caitlin held on
tightly to Caleb as he tore through the countryside on the roaring motorcycle,
twisting and turning, leaning so far she nearly thought they would fall. His
motorcycle skills were about as terrifying as his plane flying. He twisted the
throttle, making the engine roar, pushing it ever faster.
    “So how the hell
do you propose we get to Egypt?” he cried over his shoulder, his voice
swallowed by the wind.
    Caitlin chewed
her lip. She’d been thinking the same thing. Even though they’d outrun the
police in Boldt Castle, that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be more after them. It
wasn’t like they could just go to an airport and hop on a plane without someone
at customs recognizing them.
    “I have an
idea,” Caitlin said.
    “Go on,” Caleb
replied.
    But Caitlin
didn’t get a chance to explain because just then, coming from behind, a strange
shape appeared on the horizon.
    “What is that?”
Caleb gasped, his wide-eyed gaze fixed in the rearview mirror.
    Caitlin turned
around in her seat and squinted at the shape. It looked like a storm cloud or a
swarm of birds. That’s when she realized it wasn’t birds at all. It was people.
Immortalists. They were flying and they were headed straight for them.
    “Caleb!” Caitlin
screamed in her husband’s ear. “You’ve got to go. Go, go, go!”
    Caleb twisted
the throttle and the bike began to accelerate even more, picking up a
terrifying speed that made Caitlin’s stomach churn.
    Still, it wasn’t
enough. The Immortalists pursuing them were gaining, coming closer and closer,
until they were close enough for Caitlin to make out some of their features.
Their eyes flashed with murderous intent.
    “Why are they
following us?” Caleb cried against the roaring wind.
    “Scarlet,” Caitlin
replied. “They want Scarlet. And they think we’ll lead them to her.”
    “Then we’d
better make sure we don’t,” Caleb replied.
    He jerked the
handlebars left and the bike careened sharply down another winding path.
Caitlin gasped, her stomach doing somersaults as Caleb threw the bike from one
side to the next. They started to pick up speed as they raced down the
hillside.
    Finally having
caught her breath, Caitlin looked behind her again. The Immortalists were
closing in.
    “We’re can’t
outrun them,” she cried, desperately.
    “Yes we can,”
Caleb returned.
    Caitlin looked
ahead and saw that they were fast approaching a tunnel. A sign above it
proclaimed that it had a low ceiling and was unsuitable for trucks. Caleb raced
toward it.
    The tight
squeeze had a funneling effect on the Immortalist swarm. Some burst through with
no problem, but there was only enough room for them to fly three abreast and the
others had to slow. The crowd bottlenecked around the outside of the tunnel,
some flying too fast to stop and careening into the others at great speed.
Despite the wind rushing in her ears, Caitlin could make out the sound of their
pained yelps and groans as they smashed into one another.
    “Amazing!” she
cried to her husband.
    But they weren’t
out of danger yet. A strong crowd of at least ten Immortalists had made it into
the tunnel and were gaining on them. It was clear to Caitlin, however, that
without room to soar and without the less dense air to glide along they were
struggling to keep up pace. Flying through the tunnel was hard work for them.
    “It’s just like
with an airplane,” Caleb said. “It’s easier to glide in thinner air.”
    “So we make sure
they stay low?” Caitlin replied. “See if we can tire them out?”
    “I’ve got a
feeling that the bike will give out before they do,” Caleb replied.
    The tunnel came
to an end and the motorbike bumped back onto the roads. Caitlin looked back and
realized that some of the