Chapter Twenty-Five
Eva, although still as pale as a ghost, had calmed down by the time we’d gotten her back to the gas station, which was now burning to the ground in a cloud of black smoke. The station, as well as Tiny’s Harley, had been destroyed in the fire. Luckily, everyone else had gotten their trucks away from the flames before being engulfed as well.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, staring at the tall flames still burning.
“Thank God!” hollered my dad, rushing toward me. He held me to him. “What happened to you?”
I swallowed. “Austin.”
“That crazy bastard,” barked my dad, looking at my head. It had stopped bleeding, but hurt like crazy. “Are you okay?”
I lied. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Billie walked over from his SUV. “Bryce told me. It was Austin, huh? I’ll bet that’s his truck parked d
