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“The buyers are coming.”
“To get me and Cross?”
He shrugs. “Maybe just you. Depends on if they want a guy.”
“And if they don't?”
“Maybe I'll cook him and eat him.” I can feel the blood drain from my face. Lockwood bursts out laughing. It's jerky and gaspy, and makes him sound kind of like a choking bird. “Naw. Naw. That's not the plan.”
“You tried to kill him, didn't you? That's why you didn't tie his hands.” Horror washes through me as I realize this makes sense.
He nods. “Nothing personal. But he knows things he shouldn’t.”
“How do you know he knows?” I challenge.
“His father told Priscilla. She don't keep secrets for anybody.”
Of course. Freakin' Priscilla. Oh my God, I want to slap that bitch.
From somewhere behind me, I hear a clock ticking. I guess it's mounted on the wall. “How much longer?” I ask Lockwood. It's kind of ridiculous to ask, but I figure why not.
His gaze drifts over my head. “Looks like about thirty-seven minutes, seniorita.”
I shut my eyes, and a minute later, I hear a rustling in the cooler, followed by his footsteps and the closing of the door.
Holy cow. This is really about to happen. I'm really getting sold! Not my V-card; me. I strain my abs and get myself half-sitting. I pull against the binds so hard my wrists sport blood-red lines. I've got to do something!
As I work my wrists against the rope, the ticking of the clock threatens to drive me crazy.
Try as I might, I just can't undo the freakin’ knot! It's complicated and tight.
I wiggle my ankles. Nothing.
I'm lying there, praying and trying to regulate my breathing, when I hear a moan. My eyes flip open. “Cross!”
He sits up, looking dazed, and I think I might pass out from glee.
“Cross,” I hiss, trying harder to be quiet. “Come untie me!”
He blinks at me, and my heart sinks as I realize he's not really seeing me.
“Cross,” I whisper. “It's me—Lizzy! I need your help!”
He blinks, the slack look on his face never changing as he rolls his shoulder. Squinting, he looks slowly around the room. “I feel...stiff.” His voice is croaky. His eyes wander over the ceiling and the walls, and then finally to me. They widen. “Lizzy?” He flinches as he notices my binds, and I can see some of the stupor fading. “What the hell is going on?”
“You don't remember?”
He frowns. “I fell asleep, waiting for you.” He looks around the room again, but I hiss. “Cross! Come and untie me! I'll explain later, but you have to untie your feet and then help me!”
He swallows as he blinks down at his feet. He leans over, placing one palm on his ankle, and I urge him, “C'mon! You've gotta move fast!”
“Okay.” He gives me a concerned look while his fingers grapple with the rope. “Damn,” he mutters, “I'm thirsty.”
“I'm so sorry, Cross. But Priscilla Heat and Jim Gunn have us!”
His eyes bug out. “Holy fuck.” He grits his teeth and goes harder at the ropes on his ankles. “Where are we?” he asks while he works.
“Mexico.”
