Freaking Off the Grid by L.L. Muir

Author:L.L. Muir [Muir, L.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-10-11T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

An alarm sounded like the horn of an old car. Or maybe that was just Jamison’s brain. His neck ached and he lifted his head from the cold floor to stretch the muscles. At least he’d gotten to sleep. He was almost grateful until the pain in the side of his head registered.

Dumber, apparently, could read minds too.

Hmph.

The car horn sounded again, definitely not from inside his head. The stone wall behind him vibrated with it.

He climbed onto his cot and watched his door but no one came. No one passed by the window. The horn sounded a third time, and when nothing happened for a good five minutes, he stretched out again and went back to sleep.

A hand shook him awake. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed.

“Up, please. We’ve all been summoned. That means you too.”

Jamison sat up. A couple of stacked guys stepped back and waited for him. Dull robes—Clubs then. Big mortal Clubs who could wrestle him to the ground in no time. But he’d bet money they weren’t quick on their feet.

It took a minute for the guy’s words to sink in.

“We’ve all been summoned? Does that mean everyone? As in—”

“Everyone in the mountain.” The second guy spun him around and bound his hands together. A few minutes later, they were in a golf cart headed uphill.

Headed toward Skye.

~ ~ ~

Skye pressed down on the handle and her door opened silently. No alarms sounded. No guards had been posted to keep her inside. Maybe Gabriella had simply been waiting for a slow elevator after all.

The slippers made no noise, which made them better than Skye’s sneakers at the moment. The corridor ended at the elevators. No buttons on the wall. No light to indicate which way Gabriella and Pilot had gone.

A man’s voice came from the stairwell. She hurried to the steps and listened. It sounded like Pilot, but she couldn’t be sure. However, since she had no other hints, she started down the steps, grateful once again for the slippers.

She’d gone down nearly two stories and the voices disappeared. But while she paused to decide between continuing down or moving off the stairs, a new set of excited voices came from above and were closing fast. She had no choice but to step off and hope they passed her.

She peeked out the opening to the closest floor. No one in the lobby. Three hallways, but no people. She hurried into the darkest of the three corridors and watched from the shadows. Her heart raced. Her breath was short. She was sure someone would hear her.

Three people, dressed in robes much just like the one she wore, stepped across the opening and continued down.

She was so relieved she could have cried. And it was that flood of relief that made her rethink the whole search and rescue plan. Who was she to think she could rescue anyone? She hadn’t even had enough guts to stand up to Blair the Creep and demand her money back, or call Fernando’s bluff by calling the cops.

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