Foreign Identity by Becca J. Campbell

Foreign Identity by Becca J. Campbell

Author:Becca J. Campbell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Surreal Media Studios
Published: 2017-05-30T00:00:00+00:00


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They continued down the corridors, stopping every now and then for Jax to pull out his and map and sketch more of the floorplan. He was right, Kel thought. The place was massive.

“You’re really a pro,” she said, watching over his shoulder as he worked.

He just shrugged.

“I’m serious. Without that skill, it would take forever to make any headway in this place.” She frowned. “Why bother making the map at all? Don’t you have it all in your head?”

“Yeah.” He hesitated, avoiding her eyes for an entire minute while he drew. Finally, he glanced up. “The map’s not for me.”

She frowned. “Who is it for?”

“You. In case we get—”

She touched a hand to his lips. “Don’t say it. That can’t happen. We won’t.”

His eyes grew harder, the seriousness in his tone making her cold. “Remember what you promised.” It was more than a reminder. It was a challenge. “You owe me, Kel.”

“What? Why do I owe you?”

“You saved my life last time we were in here. You owe me the chance to do the same.”

She rolled her eyes. “That was no big—”

“Can I trust you?” His dark eyes blazed into her, making her want to squirm.

She blinked. “Yeah.” She crossed her shoulders. “But it won’t come to that.”

“Right. It won’t.” He held her gaze for a moment. She felt like he could see right through her. She didn’t know why he kept pressing the issue. She didn’t even want to think about the prospect.

After another thirty minutes or so, they found a new room. Simple metal lockers lined the walls to the right and left. Plain wooden benches sat in the center of the room. There was another door on the far wall. Jax walked over to the row of lockers on the right, opening the first one. It was empty.

“You wanna check that side, and I’ll look over here?”

“Sure.” Kel walked over to the lockers on the opposite wall and pulled several doors open. The first three were empty. The fourth contained a pile of clothing. She grabbed the garments and held them up. A blue silk blouse, a gray pencil skirt, and a matching jacket. A faint scent wafted up from the silk. She might not have noticed except that she recognized the aroma of honeysuckle and vanilla. The wonderful scent brought with it a plethora of emotions, many of which she didn’t understand. Joy but also sorrow. Bliss but also pain. She frowned, trying to make sense of it all.

Underneath the clothing, she found another item—a leather-covered journal. Her heart beat faster. She stroked the smooth surface with her fingertips, hoping to feel something…a connection of some kind. She casually flipped through the pages, glancing briefly at the contents, handwritten in black ink. A few disjointed phrases jumped out from various pages, “…ran three miles today…” “…hectic at the lab…” “…what a loser…” “…feeling of home…” She sucked in a gulp of air when she realized that the gently slanting script before her matched what she’d written in the journal at the cabin.



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