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Swallowing, I waited for a wave of nausea, but none came. My head was still fuzzy, and my mouth felt like it was packed with cotton. And it was cold… so fucking cold.
Since it was dark, I tried to reach out with my other senses to get a feel for where I was.I am lying down. The surface under me is hard. It’s cold. So cold it feels like a thousand needles are stabbing into my skin.Putting a hand to my head, I started to sit up. My elbow banged against the wall.
My fingers stung, joints stiff. Dropping my arm, I laid my hand flat to push up… but the surface I thought was hard wasn’t. It gave way. Sharp edges poked into me, and I wrenched my hand up.
Whatever was under me slid together. It sounded like… ice.
Reaching out, I grabbed a handful of the stuff and lifted it. It was ice. Small square cubes like the kind they served in the soda at Shirley’s…Shit!
I was still at the diner… inside the ice chest. I slipped around as I shot up, pushing toward where I assumed the front doors would be. I threw both hands against it and shoved. The door moved, a sliver of light slipping into the crack, but it rattled and banged shut.
It was locked.
Not only did that whack job drug me, but she shoved me into an ice freezer and locked it.
If I can’t have you, no one will.
Her words echoed ominously in the back of my mind. Was that her plan, then? To try and “convince” me to give us a chance? And because I said no, she was going to kill me.
Could I freeze to death in there? How long would it take?
The diner did just close. If they really locked me in and left, I would be trapped all night.
No. I cut off that line of thought immediately. First of all, I would get out. Even if I had to rip apart the machine with my bare hands. That lock could only withstand so much. Second of all, Max would come home and find me gone. I didn’t answer his call. He would come looking.
Will the tracker still work if my phone is busted?
It wouldn’t matter.
One way or another, I was getting the hell out of here.
38
Max
My knees buckled,then locked, keeping me and the sudden weight on my back upright.
“He’s mine!” Veronica yelled, clawing at my face.
My cheeks stung as her nails scraped down them. Cursing, I reached around behind me for a fistful of her uniform and yanked her over my head. She landed with a heavy thud on the chilled floor of the walk-in. Groaning in pain, she fluttered her lashes as her heavy breaths appeared in great white puffs inside the cold container.
“Where is Wes?” I demanded as she lay there stunned.
She giggled. “Cooling off.”
“Pretty sure that’s my line,” I said, backtracking out of the fridge to grab the heavy door.
Veronica shouted and scrambled up, but I slammed it shut and dropped the thick chain in place so she wouldn’t be able to get out.
Immediately, she started pounding on it from the other side, begging to be freed. I had not once ounce of remorse, and her muffled pleas fell on deaf ears.
Win raced into the kitchen, eyes sweeping around. “What happened?”
“She attacked me,” I spat. “I locked her in there.”
“Good call.”
