Chapter 12
The Eternity Collar
They got me out of there. Fast. Eleanor ripped off the wires’ sticky pads, Stana untied me in record time and, held up between them, my feet hardly touched the ground as they hustled me out.
“Little Sister, Little Sister, Little Sister,” I kept mumbling, worried that they didn’t hear me the first time, deathly afraid that somehow the key to my escape would change, or that this was just another twisted game Eleanor and the others played on me. “Little Sister. Little Sister.”
“All right! We heard you!” Eleanor hissed. We wound up in a study/office, books on the wall, large, polished desk before a floor to ceiling paned window that showed deep black night outside. Eleanor led the way and I wound up in a plush, French-style chair in front of the desk. Head in
