“You promised to help me, remember.”
She clenched her jaw and took a few deep breaths. If she couldn’t get free, she couldn’t help Garrett, plain and simple. Until she came up with another escape plan, she needed to work with Petra and not tear her to shreds.
When she had her temper under control again, she said, “So why does this person need you to swoop in and save his arse? He chose to work with those people, and should’ve known the risks of working there ahead of time.”
“He did know the risks, but there was no way he could’ve foreseen what happened to him.”
Curiosity started to overpower her anger. “And what, pray tell, happened to him?”
Petra continued to stare above her, and Millie wished she could see her eyes. “One day, his own latent ability emerged.”
“Let me get this straight. The man who had been working to eradicate elemental magic developed his own type of magic, and now he’s being given a dose of his own medicine?” Millie shook her head. “If I believed in karma, I’d say she was a bitch.”
Petra rolled off the bed and stood opposite her. “Listen, you agreed to help me. I didn’t ask for your opinions or commentary. You’re here to do your job, and that’s all.”
“I can say whatever I bloody well please. This person may be your friend, but if you don’t want him to know that you’re alive, then you need me. So deal with it, or find somebody else.”
Petra took a step closer, her eyes flashing. “Without me, you’d still be a prisoner. And I can easily call up Larsen and tell him where you are, and then ditch you. Once Larsen has you, I won’t have to worry about you telling my brother or his boss anything because Giovanni Sinclair wants to keep you hidden from the world.”
Petra shook her head. “No, I’m not telling you anything until this assignment is complete. Once this rescue mission is a success, I’ll tell you some details, but not before.”
Petra had the upper hand, at least for the moment. Millie might not have much of a choice in the matter, but she wasn’t going to just blindly agree to do anything. “Fine. But listen closely, because if I find out that this friend of yours did anything—anything—to hurt innocent first-borns, I don’t care who he is or what past you two had together, I will find a way to make him atone for his wrongs.”
“Will may be many things, but he always tries to make the best decisions he can with the information that’s provided to him.”
Okay, that sounded like this Will had been misled over the years.
Petra had turned away from her, and was now rummaging through her pack, probably to find the concealed gun Millie knew she had in her luggage. “So that signals the end of our conversation? What about logistics? Or tactics? I’m not about to go into this blind, Petra Brandt.”
Petra turned with a file in her hand and held it out. “Here. Review this.”
She took it. There had to be at least a hundred pages in the file. “This is going to take a bit to go through.”
“Consider it a ’welcome to the job’ present. You can go through it while I take a nap.”
She watched as Petra curled up on the bottom bunk, slid her gun under the pillow, and closed her eyes. Petra mumbled, “And don’t try anything. I’m a light sleeper, much like you are.”
“I won’t try anything as long as you don’t.”
“Sounds good to me.” Then Petra snuggled into the blanket and went still.
Right, time to get to work.
Millie searched through the files until she found the profile pages about the man they were going to help. Apparently, the bloke who’d recently discovered his latent ability was named Dr. William Evans.
Millie continued to read, curious to find out how this man was connected to Petra.
The man carrying Cam shifted her weight so he could open the door to a small, windowless room. Once he laid her on the bed against the wall, he said, “I’ll bring you some drinks to help you rehydrate. The last thing I need is for you to die.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“I can’t tell you. But take a bit of advice—just do what they ask, and your life will be a hell of a lot easier.”
“I’m guessing you aren’t here by choice either.”