Page 113 of Haze of Obedience

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"Four," Zoe shrieks.

"I had six," Axel admits.

Zoe gapes at us.

Penelope hands me a heaping plate. "Zoe? How many?"

"I'll start with one."

We sit at the table with our food, and Tinker says, "We need to get pictures for the passports."

I stare at Zoe.

"What?"

I turn to Tinker. "How do we disguise her? She can't wear sunglasses or hats with passports. Her hair has been every color on the planet, so that isn't going to help."

Zoe puts her fork down and furrows her eyebrows. I grab her hand and stroke my thumb on the back of it.

Silence ensues until Axel snaps his fingers. "Contacts."

"I don't wear contacts."

"No, but you could have blue or green ones. And if you went really red or super blonde, you would look different."

I take a bite of the tamale and groan—the spicy, salty flavor bursts on my tongue.

She can actually make authentic tamales.

And she made them for me.

"You made Rajas ones. You're a keeper," I tease.

Zoe bites back a smile and playfully nudges me. "Focus. Where are we even going?"

"Bermuda." I shove another forkful in my mouth.

"Bermuda?"

Axel answers, "Yep. Andre's brother Blaise has a house there."

"I still don't know if I'm okay with that. It's a British Overseas Territory," Penelope says.

He puts his arm around her back. "Tell me where it is safe, and I'll take you."

She covers her face and shakes her head. "I don't know. But it doesn't even matter. I need to find my daughter."

Zoe takes her hand and squeezes it.

The hairs on my arm stand up. "You have a daughter?" I ask, shocked I didn't know this fact.

"Yes."

"She's missing?"

Zoe quietly says, "Santiago kidnapped them both then took her away."

"Do you know what country she is in?"

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