Once everything had stopped spinning, Lindsey felt as though there was a weight on her head. Opening her eyes and looking around, she realized that she was hanging sideways. Larry, it seemed, hadn’t been so lucky. She couldn’t find him anywhere in the van. From the blood on the broken windshield she assumed that he had been thrown through the window. He hadn’t been wearing his seat belt.
Lindsey? Talk to me, Baby. Tell me what’s going on.
Her body was aching all over and the pressure in her head was not letting up. Knowing that she couldn’t hang like this for long, she tried the buckle to see if it would release her. Of course, nothing would be that easy. She let her claws lengthen from her fingers and sliced through the belt. She crashed onto the other side of the van with a grunt. Brok
