Thirty-Two
The intruder paused and Lulu felt eyes on her. Probably checking to see if she was awake.
She groaned, as if she was just waking up. Footfalls approached her, and hands came behind her head to untie the gag. She thought about biting the hand but that conflicted with her “find out what’s going on” strategy. “Where…what…what happened?”
Good thing she had performance experience. She sounded just as weak and scared as a kidnapping victim ought to.
For some reason, she didn’t actually feel scared. She wasn’t sure why not. Maybe it was because she’d been through so much in the past couple of years. This didn’t even rate on her tragedy Richter scale—although of course that depended on Antonov’s ultimate plans for her.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” said a man’s raspy voice. “Though
