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Mollie smiled at Rachel, and Rachel gaped at May.
Mollie said, “If we had someone to help position them, a way of delaying detonation, and something noxious to cause panic, we could create some serious problems.”
“Excellent.” I clapped my hands and made the mistake of looking outside.
The sun slid down the sky, glowing pink and gold and red.
Dusk.
Damn, time went fast.
“I have to go.” I backed up. “Let’s meet here this time tomorrow?”
“We can’t tell everyone,” Rachel snapped. “Someone will rat.”
I sighed, my shoulders slouching. “Look, if we’re going to do this, we can’t half-ass it. It’s either die because Victor figures out our plan or die on that altar down in the caves when he’s grown bored of us.” I shuddered. “I know which I would prefer.”
“Me too.” Mollie nodded. “I’m willing to take the gamble in order to get more manpower. Who knows…maybe even a guard or two would be approachable.”
“Crap on a cracker.” Rachel buried her face into her hands. “You’re both as crazy as each other.”
“And crazy is what’s needed,” Mollie muttered.
Wrapping my arms around Rachel, I whispered in her ear. “I’m not going to let you have your baby in here, okay? We’ll be smart. We’ll only tell the ones we have a good feeling about, and…we just have to hope karma is on our side.”
Sagging against me, Rachel nodded reluctantly. “I knew going into this it would be risky. I’m not gonna back down now.”
Pulling away, I looked at both girls. “The moment you guys covered for Henri when Victor interrogated us was the moment you ensured luck will favour us. I know it. We’ll get out. We’ll get everyone out. You’ll see. And if we don’t? Well, I’m going to fight the whole damn way.”
Chapter Sixteen
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Henri
THE CURSE OF BLOOD & DARKNESS
by
Henri Mercer
I’ve always liked to read.
I can still remember my first book as if it were yesterday.
A boy, who sat in the desk next to me at school, forgot his thick fantasy book as he chucked everything into his backpack the moment the bell rang on Friday afternoon. All the kids bolted toward the weekend. Most of them ran home to families and friends, their days full of adventure and fun.
Me…I didn’t rush.
I hated weekends.
I hated my quiet house and silent mother. I’d amble around the village when the silence got too much and usually ended up at the beach till way past bedtime.
She never grounded me.
Didn’t even care to ask where I’d been when I finally walked through the door.
But all of that changed the day I borrowed that book and took it home.
