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front legs hit the tile. My cheek brushed his chest and he reared back. “You little fool. Don’t you understand when— What? Yes, I’m still here.”
    No. No. NO! What a douche! Frustration clawed at my concentration. Well I wasn’t beaten yet. So he wouldn’t let me fall back. I’d show him by falling to the side. That arm was the loosest anyway.
    “Apologies ma’am but could you repeat my orders.” Covering his ear, he turned slightly away from me.
    Such an opportunity might not happen again. I pushed again with my toes while slamming my upper body to the side.
    The G-douche caught the arm of the chair.
    I dangled in mid-air. The hard tile so close yet so far away. Crap on a cracker! I rocked in the chair but still didn’t topple over. Scum-sucking, toilet-licking, fat head.
    He slammed me back to the ground. Frown lines dug trenches around his mouth. The opal in his key fob glowed blue. With one last look, he released the chair and stepped back. “ETA?”
    I could practically feel him daring me. I raised my chin. I never turned down a dare. I wasn’t genetically capable. Despite the light taping my mouth closed, I smiled at him and slammed my torso against the arm of the chair and fell.
    Blue light surrounded me, tinting the room a pastel color.
    Instead of hitting the ground, I continued to fall. And fall. Fudge bunnies! My hair grazed the tile then I fell up. Up? Soon gravity tugged me down. Then I swung up. Then down. Lovely, he had turned me into a fricking clock pendulum. I tried to lean forward but a pressure held me in place.
    Tobias Werner UED smiled. Crows feet appeared at the corner of his eyes and white teeth appeared between his parted lips. “Yes, ma’am, I understand.”
    The ground receded as I levitated higher and higher. Holy Toledo! What evil had he concocted now? Blood rushed to my head, adding percussion to the thumping inside my skull. Oh God. I was going to die. Tears stung my eyes and needled my nose. My parents. I sniffed. Would they know that I loved them? Would they understand, that I rejected their lifestyle not them?
    As my eyes reached his chin level, the douche bag assassin tilted his head to the side and reached out a hand to stop my swinging. “And the subject?”
    I followed the blue beam back to his hand. Would he kill me with the key fob or did he have something worse in store? I just hoped it would be quick. My stomach cramped. And whatever else he had to do was done, after I was dead.
    “I’m sorry. Could you repeat—” His hand trembled and white dotted his knuckles. “No disrespect, ma’am, but she’s…”
    Hope flickered to life. Was he defending me or lobbying for my death?
    “No, ma’am.” He bit off each word and a muscle flexed in his jaw. “It won’t be a problem.”
    Problem? Pressure built inside my head. I squeezed my eyes closed, least they popped out.
    “I’m glad you feel that my history makes me the perfect choice.”
    I peeked at him thought slitted lids. Oh boy. With that frown and hard glitter in his eyes, he looked like he could chew sand and spit glass.
    “Is there a contingency plan?”
    Over the battle of the drums inside my head, I perked up. A contingency plan? That sounded promising.
    “Yes, ma’am, I’ve been trained in sanitation.” He scratched furrows in his short blond hair.
    Sanitation. I’d watched enough action movies to know that wasn’t good. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I concentrated on the blood cells pulsing through the veins inside my skull.
    “I won’t fail you ma’am.” Tobias snapped his cell closed and stared at me.
    And stared. My heart pounded above the noise. What was he waiting for—an invitation? Time counted down with each pulse. One beat. Two. Ten. My left eye twitched. What was I a work of art?
    He sighed and scrubbed his face with his palm. “Do you want down?”
    Did the Pope wear a funny hat? I also wanted to live. But I would take what I could get. For the moment anyway. Since my