the other trapped my body so I couldn’t move as she dragged the knife across my pinky finger. The sting made my eyes water. Blood bubbled up from the wound. Hooknose leered at me from Ms. Moor’s side.
I writhed in vain as she lifted the bloody blade to her lips. Her tongue darted out and she gave a shiver when she tasted my blood. “Sweet.”
Was she a vampire?
This wasn’t happening. Spots danced before my eyes and I couldn’t take a deep enough breath. This was a nightmare. Or maybe someone had spiked my coke and I was having one of those don’t-do-drugs trips.
“Barely a trace of copper. She’s a half-breed.”
These people were nuts. I had to get out of here. “Help! Someone help me!” I yelled.
“No one here but us.” The guy whose knee I had swiped earlier drew up beside her, still hobbling.
Ms. Moor wiped the dagger off on his shirt. “We have to make this look like a suicide. The last death had the cops snooping around too much.” Ms. Moor pulled out a syringe from her suit pocket as she took a step toward me. She took off the clear protective cap.
Suicide?! No! Why did they want to kill me? Panic seized me and I thrashed against my captors as they snatched at my arms and legs. I was afraid of heights or, rather, falling. They were going to drug me and then throw me off the roof!
I shrieked until my voice was hoarse. My kicks met solid walls of flesh that refused to move. The hands on my arms tightened. My uneven heels threw me off balance.
“Hold her steady.”
She jabbed the needle in my arm and my muscle twitched. Coldness seeped into me. Still they did not release me, but I wrenched an arm free and clipped one of the minions nearest to me in the chin. I elbowed another guy holding on to me and fled. Reaching the elevator, I jammed the button a dozen times. Their shouts followed me. I had to escape.
“Come on!” My heart pounded against my chest. I dashed for the staircase.
Someone grabbed the borrowed sports jacket, but I wiggled out of it as I kept running. Almost to the stairs!
One of the men tackled me and we both crashed into the edge of the cement stairwell. I skinned my knee and elbow. “No!”
No matter how much I fought, he hauled me back over to Ms. Moor.
It was useless against four guys. Then hooknose was there. He twisted my arm behind my back. His breath of cigarettes and lemon made me choke as he laughed against my ear. “Time to die, half-breed.”
What were they talking about? Was my dad into drugs or something? Was that why he’d sent the text message not to go to school today, and I’d missed the cryptic warning? Next time a little more heads up, Dad. I swallowed down bile that burned my throat.
Tattoo guy marched forward and yanked me back by my hair as they both shoved me toward Ms. Moor.
She slapped my face, but I refused to whimper. “It’s a shame we have to get rid of you, such a bright, pretty girl, but we must rid the world of your kind.”
They were all insane. I struggled even as they heaved me closer to the roof’s edge, despite my screams.
Chapter Six
My arms and legs grew heavy like they’d changed into cement. What had they injected me with?
The wind whipped through me and I shivered. Ms. Moor stood behind her minions, as though seeking their bodies for protection, but still close enough that she could watch. My captors resembled images in jagged fun house mirrors as they carried me closer to the roof’s edge.
One of the spaghetti strings on my black dress had broken. Thankfully, the edge of the material was trapped under my armpit so I didn’t give them a peep show as hooknose jerked me forward. Tattoo guy on the other side bumped me also like I was a pinball stuck between two pop bumpers. Back and forth, but no escape. The other two guards marched a step behind us. Even if I could move without the feeling of fighting against mud, I didn’t think I’d make it very far. At least not with all four of them after me.
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