Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Winter
Present
“Mikhail?” I called, trailing down the hallway.
I’d woken up, hearing his nails clicking on the hardwood
floor.
Music played in the house, and I could hear some people
downstairs, moving freely, as well as cars driving up to the
house. What was going on?
After the bath, I’d locked my door, slipped on some
clothes, dried my hair, and repacked my escape bag, counting
my money again and making a mental list of where I could go,
just in case. I knew I wouldn’t run, because that would put
others at risk, but I needed something to keep myself
occupied.
And then stupidly, I’d fallen asleep, the worry, the fright
from this morning, and the bathtub making me crawl into a
ball on my bed and sink far away.
I needed another plan. One, I thought, that involved
Damon’s old friends. They could stop him.
They would stop him for me.
“Mikhail?” I said louder.