"You hit me," he managed at last. He struggled to sit up, and she helped him.
"I thought you were the other guy," she said, distraught.
"Where is he?"
She pointed. He widened his eyes then narrowed them in an attempt to focus. His opponent was flailing again. Frantic, Yully pulled Jule to his feet and tried to balance him.
"I'm good," he said. "I can still fight."
"You're a bloody mess!" she snapped. She strained under the weight of his body, and they staggered to her car.
"And whose fault is that?" he challenged.
"I could've left you!"
"Oh, and not run me over? I think I like that choice better."
She all but fell with him into the car. The man with the sword was beating it against the hood,, as if trying to chop himself free. Yully shoved Jule fully into the passenger seat of her car and ran to the driver's side, throwing herself into her seat. Backing the car up, she watched the man with the sword drop to his knees and slowly stand.
She sped away, and they took off up the driveway with the swordsman trailing. The small car fishtailed around a curve, but she kept up the pace until she no longer saw the man in her rearview mirror.
"What was that thing?" she asked, her whole body trembling.
"Immortal bad guy," he said. "Never thought I'd say this, but I think I need a doctor."
"He'll follow us, won't he?"
"Probably."
"Why aren't you more concerned?"
"Sweetheart, I'm sitting in your car bleeding to death. I think I'm doing pretty damn good, considering I would've been able to kill him if you hadn't shot and run me over," he replied in irritation.
Yully glanced at him. He looked bad. His eyes were glazed and the car seat bloody. She squeezed the steering wheel then reached into her coat pocket for her cell phone. The moment she unlocked the screen to call her father, Jule's gaze sharpened. He snatched the phone and rolled down the window, tossing it.
"That's all I need is your father finishing me off," he muttered.
She almost objected then realized it was futile. Neither of them believed her father would let him live.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Take us somewhere safe, where your father won't know where to find you."
She chewed on her lip, thinking hard. Her father kept her on a tight leash; was there anywhere he wouldn't find her?