Abby’s heart was pounding and her stomach was churning. She sternly told both of them to calm down.
“I want air.” She glared at the doorway. “I want open air and rain and nature. I want out.”
Vic-French murmured to one of the Livs. The Liv responded in French. Vic started to pull back.
“I don’t know if she can get back to her own mall from here,” Abby admitted. “Or even go through a door without help. She might be better off staying with us.”
One of the Livs translated that, just a murmur. Abby caught a word here and there, enough to be pretty sure Liv was actually relaying her message. Then she glared at the door again.
The Liv on her right released her hand and grabbed on to her belt loop. Abby wondered if, when they got out of here, she’d ever stop needing to know where Liv was all the time.
They had to survive, first. She grabbed the door, turned the handle. Continue reading