Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“That’s how you thank three females who just saved your
ass?” Rika remarked, sounding all too amused.
And then Alex tipped her chin at me, taunting, “Who’s
your daddy?”
Winter snorted, and I just fixed a snarl on my face as I
stood up. “Just get me out of here,” I told them. “And don’t
tell anybody about this, for Christ’s sake.”
The girls laughed and led the way through the panel in the
wall where Banks and I grew up shimmying down beams of
wood to get around the house in secret, either for fun or for
pranks.
Rika and Alex went first, then Winter and then me. We
made our way down between the walls, vaguely hearing
voices on the other side as we descended floors, and now I
kind of understood why the girls were sent. This was a lot
tighter space now that I was grown. We went slowly and
quietly, since everyone whom we didn’t want to find us was
only a piece of wood and a layer of wallpaper away.
Landing at the bottom, I stepped through the hole in the
rocks which made up the walls of the cellar and summoned
every muscle and ounce of determination I had to get Winter
out of here, so I could push forward and make it to the car.
I heard a phone vibrate, and Rika’s face lit up as she
looked at a text.
“Okay, now,” she said, glancing at us.
What?
I didn’t have time to ask, though, because she ran up the
steps and pushed through the cellar doors, Alex, Winter, and I
quickly following.
She jumped into the passenger seat of a black SUV parked
right there for us, while Alex opened the rear door and dove
in, Winter and I doing the same.
Alex sat in a seat, while Winter and I fell into the rear
bench seat way in the back.