CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
HONORIA FELZ DIDN’T even look like the same woman Percy had spoken to earlier. Her delicate features were firmed into hard lines and her pretty eyes were cold and shiny with aggression.
The door behind them opened and Percy spun around as the four guards who’d been chasing them entered the room.
Four rifles lifted toward their heads. Four sets of hostile eyes fixed unerringly on them.
“It was kind of you to come to my little laboratory,” Felz said with a tight smile. “It saved us chasing you around the asylum all night.”
Brita moved out from behind Percy. “You? You’re the one who’s behind all this? What did you do to my brain?”
Percy was happy to see that Brita was shaking off her victim shroud and gaining some confidence. At the same time he wished she would have
