Chapter Eighteen
I spiral out of the vision, and my already-elevated heart rate spikes as a desperate plan forms in my head.
I unlock my stall door and open it by a tiny sliver.
A couple of anxiety-laden seconds later, the two men walk in.
They stop next to my stall—just as they did in my vision.
Every muscle in my body tenses in anticipation. If I get this wrong, Kit is toast.
Kit’s stall opens—just as I’ve foreseen it.
The guys reach into their pockets.
I inhale a deep breath, then kick at the stall door with as much force as I can muster.
There’s a sound of metal hitting tile, and I see the two goons groaning next to the sinks.
Kit disappears back into her stall.
I channel all my practice with Nero and Thalia and execute the martial arts move I’ve been learning.
My knuckles
