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“I…think…” He might retch. But he didn’t really haven’t anything in his stomach. And the floor just kept getting closer.
He put his hand down.
“Help! I need help over here!”
Iris was right there with him, her eyes holding his.
Wow, she had pretty eyes. Blue, with gold in the middle and…
“Hud!”
The world faded, and then everything went dark.
* * *
Shae bracedherself against the wall, her head down, her breath held.
Stay alive.
The water hit her, stinging, brutal, but she didn’t move, just let it sweep over her, hit her hair, her shoulder blades, her back, her thighs.
Stay. Alive.
“Povernees,” said Ivanka, the blonde with the short hair.
Shae turned. Folded her arms, looked away. Braced herself.
Didn’t flinch.
They gave her twenty-three again.
Could be worse. She could be eighty-one.
Big Captain Boris had locked her in his office until the female guards came on duty, and while the rest of the inmates ate breakfast, she was washed, changed, and given new wool boots, a coat, a hat.
She found her spot in line just in time to be counted.
The sky had stopped spitting upon them, just a haze in the air and over the water. It filtered into her jumpsuit, the collar of her jacket, but at least her wet head was warm from the fur hat.
And her stomach still digesting the hot borscht.
She blinked away images of Sasha and balled her fists at her side.
“Twenty-Three, what are you doing here?”
Judah’s voice. She said nothing, raised her chin. But her gaze flickered to Vikka, standing across from her. The woman glanced over, and her jaw tightened.
Shae had spent most of the night handcuffed to a desk, so yeah, she’d had plenty of time to think.
If Sasha had asked Vikka to clobber her in order for Judah to pull Boris’s key card, then she knew Sasha was at the helm of the jailbreak.
Dollars to donuts it was Vikka who’d ratted them out and sent the Bratva to Pavel’s doorstep.
Pavel. She hadn’t seen him when they’d dragged her away, when they’d made her step over Sasha’s body, but she feared he, like Fraser, was already dead. Probably ambushed on their way back to the house.
She couldn’t think about Fraser. Not and keep her wits about her. But…oh…
And she couldn’t begin to imagine what Ned was going through right now. She’d seen the look in his eyes, the way something has simply flickered off, and in its place a coldness, a resolve.
