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Avery drove as fast as possible toward Dallas’s cabin.

She had no idea if the truck that had followed her, that had attacked her, would turn around and come after her or not. She grabbed her cell phone out of her purse but was too busy frantically driving to make a call.

Fear still clawed at her throat as her eyes shot to her rearview mirror over and over again. She didn’t see anyone following her yet, but she feared the truck would suddenly appear right behind her once again.

She finally pulled up in front of Dallas’s cabin and pulled to a halt next to his truck. Safety. She continued to sob as she took her phone and raced for his front door.

“Dallas!” She beat on the door with her fist. Fear was still a frantic, screaming beast inside her. There was no answer. She banged on the door once again. “Dallas, please help me!”

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