CHAPTER THIRTY
Ilse tensed, waiting for the right moment. It wasn't much of a plan, but if she could throw the lotion in his eyes, maybe she could distract him enough to get his key. Maybe, if she could help the women escape, they could g**g up on the man. Three against one—the only shot she had.
She held up the lotion, and said in as innocent a tone as she could, "Is it supposed to look like this?”
He frowned, leaning in the way he had to examine her ear.
Then, Ilse burst into motion. She jerked her arms up, the motion clumsy due to the zip-tie, yet still flinging the contents of the bottle. Faster still, though, his hand shot out, catching her wrist. A deep, bellowing howl burst from his lips, "You did what?"
The bottle of lotion smashed against the ground, sending globs of emulsion
