Mother of Victoria-Tori-Enright, the one housemate we’d left out of our plans when we’d escaped from Lyle House, and for good cause, considering she was one of the reasons I’d needed to escape. Which was cheating, because that’s exactly who she was. I’d cast her as the mother of the nastiest girl in class. The woman behind him had chic blond hair and a New York suit. It was an act I’m sure he’d worked on until he got it just right. He wasn’t that old-maybe fifty-but in a movie, I’d cast him as the doddering absentminded scientist. Davidoff beamed his best kindly-old-man smile as he pushed the door wide. I slid from the bed, tiptoeing across the thick carpet of my fake hotel room, praying the person on the other side had been called away and I could escape before these people started whatever experiments they’d brought me here to. For a moment, the door stayed open only a crack. I sat up in bed and rubbed my bleary eyes, blinking away the lingering fog of the sedative. They will, on occasion, ask me to open one, so I can raise and interrogate the zombies of supernaturals killed by a mad scientist, but they never need one opened for themselves. WHEN THE DOOR TO my cell clicked open, the first thought that flitted through my doped-up brain was that Liz had changed her mind and come back.
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