Page 106 of Dangerous Mission

Chapter Fifty-Two

Sedation is great, until you have to wake up.

And you realize there is a stranger in the house.

One that looks like he eats puppies or chews on the bones of innocent people for folly.

My scream is loud in my own ears.

I stumble backward, my foot catches on the chair and I fall on my butt behind the small loveseat.

Scrambling to my knees, I bolt toward the door like I’m a toddler on crack.

Two, big, very rough hands land on my arms and haul me upright, lifting me so high, my feet don’t touch the floor.

“Let me go!”

I’m plunked onto the floor and turned around to face a man that’s easily six foot six, and two-seventy. But as scaryas his size is, the blackness of his eyes is what makes a fist of fear clench around my stomach.

I feel like I’m staring down the grim reaper. And I thought Scout’s icy eyes were disarming.

Gone mute, I consider whether kicking him in the balls is smart, or will it just get me snapped like a twig.

Maybe I can talk my way out of this.

Whatever this is.

All I know is I’ve never seen this man, and he looks like the kind of person you never want to wake up with in your house.

I blink, my vision not exactly right, and I know it’s from the drugs. Which makes me wonder if I could hit his balls if I tried.

“Where are you going?”

The man’s voice is like thunder and he isn’t bellowing.

“Um… I don’t know who you are.”

His eyes narrow as he grins. “So you’re Scout’s girl?”

I stare at him, too confused to answer. But the fact that he knows I’m Scout’s… Wait. I’m not Scout’s girl.Am I?

Straightening, he crosses his arms. “You’re a little thing, but you got some lungs on you.”

“I do?”

“Not too steady are you?”

I sway to the side and his hand shoots out and wraps around my upper arm. He’s got calluses and his skin is burning hot. Like he chops people up for fun.

Tremble in my voice, I whisper, “Uh, I guess not.”

“Those drugs will do that to you.”

He leads me toward the sofa and I still have the sense I’m being led around by a wraith that’s here to claim my soul.

I give my head a small shake. Something is not right in my brain.

“Did Adam Hill die and come back from the dead?”

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