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Elayne was surprised at her treatment.
Holly and Mike had watched her like she was nothing. That wasn’t a surprise.
At least they also hadn’t been dancing happily as she’d walked in chains across the hangar floor. Of the others, only the pilot Jon Swift had glanced her direction, quickly looking away as if to make sure the others didn’t turn.
As her plane had left the Nevada hangar, Holly and Mike hadn’t moved. They’d watched her through the plane’s window as she was tied into a Learjet seat far more comfortable than the one on the damned Antonov.
Maybe they weren’t so different. She tried to find her anger, but it had burned out somewhere. She’d pushed ever so slightly too far…and now she would pay the price.
The surprise was that she paid the price in comfort, rather than scream
