Chapter 58
“Go change.”
“Different clothes.”
“Hide.”
“Stay away from Seattle.”
“Lay low.”
“We’ll trade clothes.” Mary pulled at her own sweater.
“No way.” That was it. She wasn’t going to put anyone else at risk, especially not Mary.
“It’s mine to face. And no one is going to get past my guard that easily, dagger or no. And I have no reason to go back to the wind tunnel.”
“You know where that is?”
“You’ve been there?”
“Why?”
“Don’t go back.”
She pushed through the hovering circle of CABER members.
“I’m not going back. I’m not!”
They huddled together in front of the window with a view of ABBA’s recording study, perhaps the scariest window of the lot. It was one of the few that no one opened no matter how hot a day it was.
Michelle sat in a chair and they all visibly relaxed.
