rafters. I reached down and grabbed a shard of glass from Jared's broken shot glass. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
Ivar returned with a crystal carafe of the amber liquid and another little glass. He sat down in the empty seat across from me and set the carafe on the table between us. "You need to take the drink, Miss Jayne." He had no expression on his face and no anger in his voice. Just certainty.
"You need to get the fuck away from me before I make you sorry you ever lived." I lifted my eyebrows for emphasis, my false bravado nearly even fooling me. I was trying like hell to keep the shaking out of my voice. I couldn't let him see me sweat.
"This will be much better for you if you just comply. I do not want you to be hurt. You are very small and I am very big. You will either drink it or I will inject it into you. Come ... let us be adult about this."
"Adult? Adult? You want me to be adult? How about this: adults don't drug children and kidnap them, at least not high-functioning, sane ones. Why don't you be the adult here, and I'll just be the kid."
Ivar reached up and took the glass stopper out of the carafe. He lifted it by its neck, pouring out a shot. "Last chance to do this the easy way," he said quietly, almost sadly, sliding the drink towards me to let it rest a few inches from the edge nearest me.
"Go fuck yourself." I quickly swiped my hand across the table, sending the glass and its contents flying onto the carpeted aisle. A little bit splashed on Jared, but I knew he wouldn't mind.
Ivar jumped up from his seat so fast, I didn't even see it coming. I didn't even have a chance to cut him with my weapon. The last thing I saw was his sad but determined face, less than an inch away from mine, the smell of sweet alcohol on his breath. The last thing I felt was a stinging sensation in my arm. "You bastard ... you stuck me ... "
And then everything went black.
CHAPTER TEN
I could hear voices, Tony's and Spike's. Then I felt someone squeezing my hand. "Wake up, Jayne, come on." Tony sounded worried. I wanted to squeeze his hand back, but my body was not obeying my mental commands at the moment.
Someone grabbed my foot and shook it gently. "Hey, Jayne, it's me, Spike. Come on, you're gonna miss all the fun, wake up."
Fun? Was he nuts? Since when did sexual slavery sound like fun? The fog had started to clear from my brain. I remembered seeing Ivar's face in mine, and a sharp, stabbing pain in my arm. Shit. He'd gotten the jump on me. He was gonna pay too, since I now realized that I was still alive. Bastard should have killed me when he had the chance.
I was finally able to open my eyes. I looked around me, but all I could see was Tony's face, worry etched in the lines above his eyebrows.
"She's awake! Hey, Jayne, I'm so glad you're back. You feel okay?"
I turned my head and saw the crew sitting at and standing around a wood table in the middle of a big room. I was lying on a couch in what looked like a log cabin ski lodge. There was even a big fireplace at the end of the room, not far from me. There was no fire in it now, though – probably a good thing since unless I'd gone into some sort of seven-month-long coma or changed hemispheres, it was too hot outside.
I sat up slowly, waiting for the dizziness to stop. Whatever they'd stuck me with had really kicked my ass. I didn't remember a thing after my exchange with Ivar – not even any dreams. Speaking of whom ... "Where is that motherfucker, so I can kick his ass?"
"Which motherfucker would you be referring to?" asked Jared, who had joined Spike at the foot of the couch.
"Ivar first ... then Dardennes."
Spike smiled, but I wasn't in the mood for his beauty. That shows you how pissed I was.
"They're not here," said Tony.
"Where is 'here', anyway?" I asked, sitting up and
Ivar returned with a crystal carafe of the amber liquid and another little glass. He sat down in the empty seat across from me and set the carafe on the table between us. "You need to take the drink, Miss Jayne." He had no expression on his face and no anger in his voice. Just certainty.
"You need to get the fuck away from me before I make you sorry you ever lived." I lifted my eyebrows for emphasis, my false bravado nearly even fooling me. I was trying like hell to keep the shaking out of my voice. I couldn't let him see me sweat.
"This will be much better for you if you just comply. I do not want you to be hurt. You are very small and I am very big. You will either drink it or I will inject it into you. Come ... let us be adult about this."
"Adult? Adult? You want me to be adult? How about this: adults don't drug children and kidnap them, at least not high-functioning, sane ones. Why don't you be the adult here, and I'll just be the kid."
Ivar reached up and took the glass stopper out of the carafe. He lifted it by its neck, pouring out a shot. "Last chance to do this the easy way," he said quietly, almost sadly, sliding the drink towards me to let it rest a few inches from the edge nearest me.
"Go fuck yourself." I quickly swiped my hand across the table, sending the glass and its contents flying onto the carpeted aisle. A little bit splashed on Jared, but I knew he wouldn't mind.
Ivar jumped up from his seat so fast, I didn't even see it coming. I didn't even have a chance to cut him with my weapon. The last thing I saw was his sad but determined face, less than an inch away from mine, the smell of sweet alcohol on his breath. The last thing I felt was a stinging sensation in my arm. "You bastard ... you stuck me ... "
And then everything went black.
CHAPTER TEN
I could hear voices, Tony's and Spike's. Then I felt someone squeezing my hand. "Wake up, Jayne, come on." Tony sounded worried. I wanted to squeeze his hand back, but my body was not obeying my mental commands at the moment.
Someone grabbed my foot and shook it gently. "Hey, Jayne, it's me, Spike. Come on, you're gonna miss all the fun, wake up."
Fun? Was he nuts? Since when did sexual slavery sound like fun? The fog had started to clear from my brain. I remembered seeing Ivar's face in mine, and a sharp, stabbing pain in my arm. Shit. He'd gotten the jump on me. He was gonna pay too, since I now realized that I was still alive. Bastard should have killed me when he had the chance.
I was finally able to open my eyes. I looked around me, but all I could see was Tony's face, worry etched in the lines above his eyebrows.
"She's awake! Hey, Jayne, I'm so glad you're back. You feel okay?"
I turned my head and saw the crew sitting at and standing around a wood table in the middle of a big room. I was lying on a couch in what looked like a log cabin ski lodge. There was even a big fireplace at the end of the room, not far from me. There was no fire in it now, though – probably a good thing since unless I'd gone into some sort of seven-month-long coma or changed hemispheres, it was too hot outside.
I sat up slowly, waiting for the dizziness to stop. Whatever they'd stuck me with had really kicked my ass. I didn't remember a thing after my exchange with Ivar – not even any dreams. Speaking of whom ... "Where is that motherfucker, so I can kick his ass?"
"Which motherfucker would you be referring to?" asked Jared, who had joined Spike at the foot of the couch.
"Ivar first ... then Dardennes."
Spike smiled, but I wasn't in the mood for his beauty. That shows you how pissed I was.
"They're not here," said Tony.
"Where is 'here', anyway?" I asked, sitting up and
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