Free No Humans Involved by Kelley Armstrong Page B

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    As I shifted, the blanket scratched my cheek and it made me think of why I was covered in one—because I wasn't in a trunk, meaning someone could look into Molly's SUV, see the rear seat folded down and a bound woman in the luggage compartment. Goal one, then? Remove the blanket.
    I'd just moved when a voice stopped me.
    "You got home from school okay? And your sister?"
    Molly. In the driver's seat. On her cell phone. Talking to her children. I allowed myself a flutter of relief before I started wiggling again, squirming out from under the blanket.
    "There's a box of Twinkies in the cupboard over the stove, but don't let Tish see where you found them. They're meant for school. Tell her it's a special treat and Mommy's sorry she wasn't home to see her after school."
    A sliver of light appeared above my eyes. I kept wriggling until the edge of the blanket slid down past my nose, then took a deep breath of cool air. In front of me Molly's head was hidden behind the headrest, only her arm visible as she held her cell phone.
    "I might be late, but I'll pick up dinner and call you on the way to find out what you want."
    The blanket slid down to my neck. There. Finally. Another deep inhale through my nose as I relaxed. Then I looked up… way up…
    at the tinted window, and realized the chances of anyone peering in from a passing transport and seeing me here were next to none. I had to get closer to that window.
    Using my feet, I pushed toward the side. Then I twisted around so I could use my bound hands to pull myself up—
    Molly's gaze met mine in the rearview mirror.
    "Hon? I have to go. I'll call you as soon as I can. Look after your sister, okay? Love you."
    She disconnected, then, without a word to me, cast a spell. An energy bolt slammed into me, and I dropped into darkness again.

Captive Audience
    I WOKE TO MOLLY SLAPPING MY FACE.
    At first, I could only moan. Everything hurt, as if I'd been dragged over rocky ground. As I inhaled, that's what I smelled: damp earth. Trees too, that crisp odor of autumn. And another scent, fainter and not nearly so pleasant—rotting vegetation and brackish water.
    Quiet. Very quiet. The sigh of rustling leaves yet to fall. The soft, almost tentative call of a bird. The creak of a broken branch in the wind.
    Lying on the ground. Damp earth, the ripe smell of it surrounding me. Something digging into my spine—a rock or a twig.
    Another smack, harder.
    I opened my eyes to see trees, and more trees. No sign of the SUV. Or the road. Or people. Just Molly, crouched in front of me.
    She grabbed my hair and wrenched my head to the side, calling my attention to the source of that rotting smell—a swamp visible through the trees. "Who sent you?"
    The threat was clear: if I didn't talk, there was a convenient body-disposal site nearby. She ripped the duct tape off my mouth, taking a layer of skin with it. When I gasped and paused to catch my breath, she cuffed me again and I glared at her.
    "I don't know what this is about, but—"
    She slapped the tape back on, then laid her hands on my forearm and recited a spell. It was like I'd spilled boiling water on my arm— a moment of confusion followed by blinding pain. I screamed behind my gag, more outrage than fear.
    When I turned a fresh glare on her, she only smiled. "Didn't like that much, did you? Maybe I should come up with an inducement better suited to the lovely Jaime Vegas."
    She backed up on her haunches, looked around and found a twig. Another spell, then she lifted it and put her finger to the end, making it glow like a lit cigarette. She brought the burning end so close to my cheek I could feel the heat.
    My heart hammered but I resisted the urge to shut my eyes.
    "I'll bet you wouldn't find it so easy to make a living with scars on your pretty face."
    She moved the twig even closer. An ember dropped onto my cheek and I jumped, then held firm. Molly wielded the twig like a pen, pretending to write.
    "Perhaps a nice big W. Let the