Page 111 of Life To My Flight

“Thank you,” I whispered back. “I did.”

He laughed.

“Yeah, no self-doubt there,” he teased.

I agreed, albeit silently.

I wasn’t a big fan of contempt of court, and based on the glare I was receiving from Judge Judy, it wouldn’t be long before her patience failed her.

Giving him one last kiss on the cheek, I laid my head down on his shoulder and promptly fell asleep.

Chapter 20

I’m sorry for what I said when you tried to wake me up. I don’t control that me.

-Rue to Cleo

Rue

I awoke from my nap when my pillow slid out from under me.

I’d been drifting in and out while my head laid pillowed on Cleo’s thigh. He, Torren and Loki spoke quietly about the day, allowing me the sleep I so desperately needed.

Channing was on her way over with food, Bodacious BBQ, to be exact, and we were all just waiting.

They’d come to my place since the workers had started on Cleo’s house that morning. It was in the process of having a full overhaul, including a built in generator, and a brand new security system.

I’d volunteered to go somewhere else, but everyone, except me that was, agreed that I’d had a long day and I needed to be around my own things.

Secretly, I thought it was because if something did happen, they didn’t want blood on their carpet.

The voices that had been floating around my subconscious in my asleep/waking state drifted away, and I fell back to sleep without thought.

The next time I woke was to a sharp pinching sensation in my leg.

I sat up only to fall backwards as whatever was in the needle that was currently embedded in my leg took effect.

My brain got sluggish, and my arms only worked long enough for me to push myself up completely, propping myself up on the arm of the couch.

My limbs refused to work, and my heart started to pound as Vanessa dropped down to her haunches in front of me.

“What are you doing here?” I slurred.

“How hard is it to not testify?” The young girl hissed.

Vanessa White looked ghastly.

I looked at her with wariness. Would she slit my throat with that knife? Stab me?

I could see why she was using a knife, though.

Anything louder would alert the men in the other room of what was happening.

What had she given me anyway?

My eyes were getting heavy, and I couldn’t even open my mouth to protest.

She’d played the part of a thankful victim well.

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