Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
It hadn’t been a paralytic. She didn’t feel the wash of ice in her veins that accompanied her losing the ability to move. No, this was something that countered it. Suddenly Kenzie could close her hand around the scalpel.
Sosa. They’d underestimated her. Gabby might have broken the sisterhood Sosa tried to form, but it was obvious this one wouldn’t. Sosa had been trying to save them all for years. She hadn’t given up. She’d quietly built family from nothing.
This Bratz doll wasn’t about to let her down.
But she had to wait for the right time.
The door came open, and Kenzie forced herself to stay still and not turn her head to see what was coming her way.
“I want to see her,” Lou was saying as the door opened again.
If she tilted her head slightly, she could see what was happening through the mirror on top of one of his torture machines. Lou was carrying what looked like a remote control or something. There were two guards with her.
She liked those odds much better.
“She’s fine,” Huisman said with a deep frown. “According to these reports it’s almost as though we never spent any time together at all. Do you know something I don’t?”
She needed a couple more minutes. She could wiggle her toes, but she would be unsteady. Deep breath. See it in her head. Visualize the fight. Don’t panic.
“I know you’ve nearly killed her before. I’m sorry she recovered too much for you.” Lou sounded annoyed, playing her role perfectly.
Just a few more minutes.
While Huisman was concentrating on Lou, Milena eased the IV out of her arm.
“What is that?” Huisman asked.
“It’s done,” Lou said. “At least the prototype is.”
She had to lay there looking at the stupid concrete ceiling, keeping her breath steady, her body still. It was hard because she wasn’t known for stillness. She was the one in constant motion, touching on everything and everyone, while Kala sat back and took in the whole picture. It was how they worked, but she could do this. She wasn’t alone.
Sosa had sent her a lifeline and Lou was here, and her parents wouldn’t let her down.
“This is the detonator?” Huisman was asking. “I thought you would use an app or something. This seems old school.”
Lou always used her phone if she could.
“These bombs are unique and require a handheld system,” Lou explained. “Now obviously they haven’t been tested, but I’m sure it will work. I put together a…”
Lou said a bunch of technical things. It didn’t even sound like English. Then Huisman said technical words, and then Lou said something about the trigger mechanism.
She didn’t like this part. Her twin was better at patiently listening to the most boring things. Like couldn’t they throw a murder or something in there?
Her leg twitched slightly.
Kenzie forced it still.
She needed him closer.
“Yes, that does seem like it would work, but we can’t be sure until we try it out. I’ll schedule it for Monday,” he said like it was nothing more than a normal test run and not something that would likely kill hundreds of people and crash an economy. “Until I’m sure it’s right, you’ll remain my guest and so will she.”
“You told me you would let her go if I did this for you,” Lou argued.
“I lied. Take her away,” he ordered.
That was when she felt it. The ground shook subtly, like an explosion had happened but a distance away.
Her parents were here.
“What the hell was that?” Huisman asked and started barking orders to his guards.
They would blow something up and distract the guards while they infiltrated the castle.
But Huisman knew the place far better than they did, and he would likely have more than one escape plan in place.
She needed to try to take his ass out here and now.
The door closed and Huisman loomed over her. “I suspect we’ll have to put our plans on pause, Kala.”
There he was. His smug face stared down at her.
She smiled. “Name’s Kenzie, buddy, and Sosa says hi.”
She brought her arm up, burying the scalpel in the crook of his neck. Blood spurted, not in the insane amount she’d hoped for since she’d tried to clip his jugular. Well, her hands were shaking.
She needed another weapon. She would use her body as one, but it was kind of busted at the moment. Years of strength training and martial arts classes and she didn’t even get her Bruce Lee moment. Nope. She barely managed to get to her feet with Milena’s help.
“We need to go,” Milena said quietly as Huisman held his neck with one hand and pulled a gun with the other.
His first shot grazed her arm, but Milena managed to get them to the door.
She needed to kill that man.
But she needed to live more.
The door slid shut behind them.
There were guards running through the halls, obviously confused. One of them stopped Milena, saying something in a language Kenzie didn’t understand. Milena was quiet, her eyes submissively down as she explained.