Free The Undoing by Shelly Laurenston Page B

Jace. She wouldn’t say she hated her or anything. Jace didn’t hate anyone.
    But the more annoying a person became—and Rachel was really annoying—the less time Jace wanted to spend around that person.
    After looking around, Rachel gestured to her team. “I doubt she left yet. I want to talk to her before she goes. Find her.”
    The three women split up, heading in different directions to track down Jace.
    Once they were gone, the hands on her loosened and Jace turned to see that it was Erin and Kera who had rescued her.
    Loyal sister-Crows to the end. Protecting her from annoying yentas . One of the few Yiddish words her grandmother used extensively when talking about women who annoyed her, but whom she didn’t actively hate.
    Without saying anything, the three of them made a run for it. But as they went around one corner, they quickly realized that Rachel had gotten her entire strike team involved in tracking Jace down. Probably so she could give Jace one of her irritating “pep talks.”
    They froze, the back of their sister-Crow to them, and waited a few seconds before darting down another hallway, into the dayroom, out of the dayroom, and into the next hallway over.
    They all slid to a stop when they realized that Rachel was there. She was just turning toward them when all three dove into the nearest closet.
    Clinging to each other like terrified orphans, they watched Rachel stomp by through the crack in the open door. When she disappeared, they let out a breath and Kera began to ease out the door just as Annalisa was walking by. She frowned at the sight of them huddled in the closet, but before she could say a word, Kera mouthed, Rachel , and pointed.
    Annalisa smirked. She wasn’t a big Rachel fan, either. She suddenly pushed Kera back into the closet and stood in front of the door.
    Rachel reappeared, stopping in front of Annalisa and looking her over. “What are you doing?” she finally asked.
    â€œJust thinking about my day. What are you doing?”
    â€œTrying to find Jace. Have you seen her?”
    â€œTrying to find her? Why? Is it because she’s Albanian?”
    â€œI’m trying to . . . wait . . . what?”
    â€œYou hate her because she’s Albanian?”
    â€œI don’t hate—”
    â€œIs it just Albanians you hate, or is it all East Europeans?”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    â€œWow. I had no idea you were like this.”
    Another sister-Crow showed up. “Like what?”
    â€œRachel hates Eastern Europeans.”
    â€œI do not!”
    â€œSo you hate all Europeans? Is that what you’re saying?”
    â€œNo!”
    â€œMy God, Rachel.” The other sister-Crow shook her head, disgust on her face as she walked off. “I’m really disappointed in you.”
    â€œWait . . .” Rachel glared down at Annalisa. “Jesus Christ.”
    â€œSo you hate the Christian God, too?”
    â€œOh my God! Shut up!”
    Rachel stormed off, calling after the sister-Crow who’d been so disgusted with her, and Annalisa opened the closet door. “Anglo guilt . . . it’s so my favorite thing.”

    Ski opened the front door and again found Jace Berisha standing there. This time, however, she wasn’t panting like she’d run a desert marathon.
    She also wasn’t alone.
    With a sigh, she said, “I couldn’t shake them.”
    â€œWe helped you escape,” Annalisa Dinapoli stated as she pushed her way past Jace and stepped into the hallway. “The least you can be is grateful.”
    â€œWe just wanted to make sure everything was on the up-and-up,” Kera said, giving a small smile before adding, “Nothing personal. We would do this with any of the Clans.”
    â€œNo problem.” Ski pulled the door all the way open. “Please, come in. Have a look around.”
    â€œThat isn’t necessary,” Jace said, still standing outside