Chapter 12

• The expressions had changed again. I really needed to stop talking. Michael sat there with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths. I could see his chest rising and falling. Most of the men watched him carefully.
• “Okay, I have a plan.” I waited until they looked at me. “Pop me on a bus, I’ll take a few days and heal up—then I’ll go see if I can find that redheaded bitch again.” I shrugged. “Or her find me. She seemed almost impressed that I’d beat on her guards.”
• Michael stood up suddenly. He leaned on the table and gave me a hard look. “You are not using yourself as bait.”