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“I’m fine. It just stings,” he says as he zigzags his way toward me.
“Are you sure?” I search between his eyes.
“We’ll know more once it takes effect,” Braxton suggests, hurrying us through the gate.
We follow him into the kitchen a few feet away.
“I figured there must be a trick here.” He points to the tunnel that opens before us as the door of the fridge disengages.
It’s like the fridge in my tower.
“What do we have here...?” says a sinister voice. I see the man’s figure out of the corner of my eye.
I grab the kitchen knife from the counter beside me and throw it with a precise swing in his direction. It slices through the air, plunging into the space between his eyes.
Bullseye.
“I’m pissed, my hand is pounding like a drum, and I just want to get away from this place.”
“That’s my wife.” The corner of Reeve’s mouth hooks into a smirk. “Thanks, Baby.”
I move past him, eyeing every delicious inch.
“I love watching your six.”
His voice trails behind me as I walk through the short tunnel and come up face to face with two doors.
“I think he’s high,” Mitch says.
“I’m not high.”
“Okay, big guy, lean on me.” He places Reeve’s hands around his shoulder. “Where to, Brax?”
“Left door.”
I open the door for them, and they shuffle into a spacious generator room. The room’s width is greater, and the far left wall has a large propeller spinning around—the cool air clashes with my skin.
Braxton rushes to the supply lockers, searching for something.
“I know how to exit,” Reeve slurs, “We need something long.”
“Do we?” Mitch grins from ear to ear.
“Positive, Mitchel Russ.”
“Oh, my full government name. How lovely.”
“You look lovely as well.”
“I’m accepting this compliment and running into the sunset with you.”
“I’m married.” Reeve slaps him upside the face.
“I deserved that.” His face scrunches up. “So high and still so loyal. You win,” Mitch points at me.
“That’s my man,” I smirk.
“Winona, you’re here…”
