Page 162 of It Runs in the Family

“Iris,” Selena said in exasperation. “Even if you break the window, you won’t get far.”

I turned to her, pissed. “Then at least I’ll die tryin’ to live.”

“You’re not gonna die!”

I reached for her, clamped onto her forearm to force a vision, permission be damned. Am I murdered?

This vision slammed into me hard. I was in the warehouse, and Voss had a painful grip on my arm. He dragged me to a person sitting on a metal chair, and I realized it was Vision Iris, this time wearing the yoga pants and T-shirt I was currently wearing. She was tied to it with white nylon cord, her hands behind her back. The left side of her face was swollen, the skin around her eye turning deep purple. There was mass chaos—men loading trucks and shouting at one another, but my focus was on Voss. He was screaming that this was all my fault. Then he whipped out his gun and shot Vision Iris in the head. I began to scream.

My eyes flew open and I blurted out, “Voss murdered me.”

Selena’s face paled. “Did you just have a vision?”

I nodded, feeling like I was going to throw up. It was one thing to see myself murdered in the semi-distant future, but I was pretty sure this was happening tonight. Some details had changed, but the result was the same. Was that why I’d had a hazy vision earlier? Because things were changing, and fate didn’t know what to show me? Either way, my visions were just one more thing to betray me.

I let go of her arm and grabbed the chair and started for the window. “Are you comin’ with me?”

“This is crazy, Iris!”

I’d lifted the chair over my head and was about to swing it into the glass, hoping it wouldn’t take too many strikes to break it, when the door swung open.

I slammed the metal leg on the glass, but it didn’t even make a crack.

I didn’t get a chance to try again, because hands grabbed me and yanked me back. I tried to slam the chair into one of the men, but they were wrestling it away. One of the men pulled me into a reverse bear hug, my back to his chest. I kicked my heels into his shins and fought to get out of his grasp, but he had arms made of steel and possibly prosthetic legs since my kicks didn’t seem to faze him. Then again, I was wearing my athletic shoes. If by some miracle I survived this night, I was gonna start wearing boots with hard soles.

Voss stood in the doorway, watching me with dark, intense eyes. “What’s goin’ on here?”

“She claimed she could break the glass with the chair,” Selena said. “I told her not to do it.”

My mouth dropped open as I stared at her in disbelief. She’d just sold me out again.

“We’ve decided to take your cousin home,” he said to Selena. “She obviously doesn’t have the information we thought she did.”

Relief flooded Selena’s face. “Thank you, Dario.”

He walked over to her and cupped her cheek, staring down at her. “Anything for you, love.” He leaned over and brushed his lips over hers.

Gross.

Then he lifted his head and turned his attention to the human manacles holding me. “Bring her out to the car.”

“I told you everything would be okay, Iris,” Selena said in a confident tone. Like she’d conveniently forgotten my vision. Did she think my failed escape had made her boyfriend change his mind?

I watched her as my captor lifted me off the floor and carried me out the door. “Are you really that gullible?”

But the door closed before she could answer.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Voss stormed down the hall until we reached another section of the building, the small warehouse in my vision, including the multiple metal shelves and twenty-foot-tall ceilings. Only in my vision, there had been a flurry of activity. At the moment, it was eerily calm, and the lights were dim.

They carried me to the corner where I’d been tied up in my vision. The metal chair was there, and the human vise deposited me on it and then started to tie me up.

Voss stood in front of me, his face red with anger. “I promised your cousin I wouldn’t hurt you, but I’m not above lyin’ when it suits my needs.” He leaned closer until his face was inches from mine. “I can still keep my promise if you just tell me where to find what I’m lookin’ for.”

“I already told you I don’t know.”

He pulled a pink cell phone out of his back pocket and tapped on the screen. “Then maybe explain this.” He tapped it again, turned it toward me, and played a voicemail.