Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

My heart was trying to jump out of my goddamn chest.
And it still didn’t answer where my family was. Or my
dog.
“Lock the doors,” I told him.
He did and took off, rounding the fountain and heading for
St. Killian’s, the address I’d already entered into the app.
I put my head back, still gripping the leash in my hand.
Mikhail. GGod, he wouldn’t hurt him, would he? The dog was
coming to me less and less. I didn’t know if he was warming
to Damon or hiding in fear.
Rain spattered the windshield, and the driver stayed quiet
as he drove, probably noticing that I was out of sorts.
It was a short drive. St. Killian’s wasn’t too far from my
house if you were in a car. I’d learned from Will that Michael
and Rika had an apartment in Meridian City, but they spent
almost as much time in Thunder Bay now in their newly
renovated home. An old, abandoned cathedral that overlooked
the sea.
In no time, the driver turned off the highway, and I
expected to feel the gravel I remembered from years ago when
I came out here, but there was no crunch of rock underneath
the car. It was paved now, and I imagined they’d also
manicured the land around the church. Italian cypresses lining
the driveway, maybe. A fountain or statue or maybe flowery
display in front of the house.
He stopped and put the car in Park, and I grabbed the door
handle, ready to get out, since the ride had already been
charged to my card on file.
“Would you mind guiding me to the front door?” I asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
He got out of his side, and I climbed out of the car,
meeting him as he came around. I didn’t know him, but it
wasn’t a big town. He probably knew I was blind.
I took his arm and he led me across the driveway and up to
the house.