Free Destiny's Child (Kitsune series Book 3) by Morgan Blayde Page B

shut.  I suspected the helicopter was close to its weight limit, if not over it.  Obviously, Missy had never intended to take the majority of her troops to safety this way.  She’d intended them to be cannon fodder all along.
    Cold bitch , Taliesina said.
    We lifted into the sky.  My stomach lurched uncomfortably.  Though outwardly calm, I wanted to tear at the thin chains that manacled me to the chair.  After leaving the roof and the demon stench, it was probably safe to cross over and slip the cuffs, but with my energy down to almost nothing, I’d pop back into view and still be at the mercy of my guard.  Better to bide my time since only my life was on the line now.
    Missy squatted by my side, her eyes intense, searching.  “We need to talk, Dear Heart.”
    “Sorry,” I yelled over the engine sound.  “Can’t hear you.”
    Her hands fluttered and she mouthed what sounded like random consonants and vowels—no language I knew anyway.  The engine went silent, but it didn’t feel like we were falling.  I guessed Missy had conjured some silence for us.  She said, “I’m going to get some answers from you.”
    “You will.”
    “Yes,” she hissed, channeling her inner snake.   “It’s just a matter of how much damage you want to take before you come clean.”
    She didn’t seem to understand I’d agreed with her.  “You’re right.”
    She blinked in surprise, her face and posture relaxing.  “You sound sensible.”
    “I know my limits.  I wish they were a little less narrow, but that’s not going to happen any time soon.  The truth is, I don’t know a heck of a lot you’d be interested in.  I’m just a high school student who got sucked into a whole lotta trouble.  Need to know how to conjugate a verb or split an infinitive, I’m your gal.”
    She pulled out a taser, activating the wand so a little jag of blue electricity arced between terminals.  “You’ve been trained well.  You’re trying to slip kernels of lie past me, sunk in big chunks of truth.  You sound very convincing.”  Missy swept the nurse’s cap from her head and settled back, getting comfortable on the deck at my feet.  Whatever seats had been in here had been removed to increase space and lessen weight.  She’d lost psychological advantage by looking up at me, but it didn’t seem to bother her.  “You should know , I’m not afraid of breaking my playmates to see how they tick.  If you want it to be possible for someone to put you back together when I’m done, you won’t make things too hard for me.”   The taser she held up zapped and crackled, adding emphasis.  “After a certain point, I stop caring about answers—but the pain goes on … and on … and on…”  Her voice turned dreamy with anticipation.
    I found it hard to swallow.  She was getting scarier and scarier.  The only way not to blanch and whimper like a little kid was to get angry, so I did.  “Just what the hell do you want with me anyway?”
    “Let’s start with that … whatever she was… we just left on the roof.  She called you her daughter, but I have old pictures of you with a different mother.”
    I shrugged.  “Came as a shock to me too.  Turns out Cassie’s my biological mom, not the woman who raised me.”
    Missy nodded.  “That checks with our background research.”
    Evelyn approached from the cockpit.
    Missy turned her head, frowning.  “What is it?”
    “We’ve got company.  A chopper’s dogging our trail.”
    “Take it out.”
    “Tech-9s?”  She wagged her dainty little machine pistol.
    Missy grinned.  “No, Luv, use a rocket.  I’m in the mood for a big boom.”
    I really wanted to punch someone in the face.  Hard and often.  I wondered if this was how Fenn went around feeling most of the time.  As the shock wore off, I shouted, “No, you can’t!” 
    She laughed.  “Oh, I think I can.”  Missy climbed to her feet and handed the taser to Evelyn with a terse, “Watch her,”