Chapter 92

“Okay, that’s enough,” he said, pulling my arm until I was on my feet.

“Let me go!” I yelled. Then, Garrett picked me up off the ground and carried me to the waiting limo, and shoved me inside. Amy slid into the backseat on the other side of me, Charlotte slid into the front passenger’s seat, and Garrett slid behind the wheel of the limo. “Let me go! When Lance finds me, he’s going to kill all of you!”

“Shut up about your precious Lance!” Charlotte said, slapping me hard on the cheek across the seat.

“Don’t hurt her,” Amy said. “I can’t lose my test subject. I’m tired of being my own guinea pig.”

“Yes, you most certainly are a pig,” I agreed angrily.

Amy grabbed a chunk of my blonde hair and yanked my head back. “Shut up or I’ll kill you … now!”

“No, you won’t,” I corrected calmly.