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“Fine,” Warner snaps. “That’s fine. You don’t want to hurt
me. I’m so utterly flattered.” He almost rolls his eyes. Looks
down the hall. Spots a soldier. Beckons him over. “Jenkins?”
Jenkins is swift for his size and he’s at my side in a second.
“Sir.” He bows his head an inch even though he’s clearly
Warner’s senior. He can’t be more than 27; stocky, sturdy,
packed with bulk. He spares me a sidelong glance. His
brown eyes are warmer than I’d expect them to be.
“I’m going to need you to accompany Ms. Ferrars back
downstairs. But be warned: she’s incredibly uncooperative
and will try to break free from your grip.” He smiles too
slowly. “No matter what she says or does, soldier, you
cannot let go of her. Are we clear?”
Jenkins’ eyes widen; he blinks, his nostrils flare, his fingers
flex at his sides. He takes a short breath. Nods.
Jenkins is not an idiot.
I start running.
I’m bolting down the hallway and running past a series of
stunned soldiers too scared to stop me. I don’t know what
I’m doing, why I think I can run, where I think I could
possibly go. I’m straining to reach the elevator if only
because I think it will buy me time. I don’t know what else to
do.
Warner’s commands are bouncing off the walls and
exploding in my eardrums. He doesn’t need to chase me.
He’s getting others to do the work for him.
Soldiers are lining up before me.
Beside me.
Behind me.
I can’t breathe.
I’m spinning in a circle of my own stupidity, panicked,
pained, petrified by the thought of what I’m going to do to
Jenkins against my will. What he will do to me against his