Twenty-Five“Okay,” I said, stepping away from the window, turning my back on the many scenes of c*****e playing out below. Pulling in a breath, I knew I had no choice but to continue with the façade of being in control, if only to give me time to retrieve the code from her. If she panicked now, we'd be lost. Forever. “Yollie,” I said again very slowly, “I need the code. Think, please. It's very important. Once we have the code, we can get out.”
Shaking her head, a glazed expression crossed her eyes. I leaned into her and kissed her gently on the lips, “Yollie. Please. Just think.”
“It's you,” she said distantly.
“What? What do you mean?”
“You. You're the code.”
It took a moment for me to register the meaning of her words, then I grinned and kissed her again, turned quickly to the keyb
