She reminded him of his community college English professor. Older. Straight white hair cut so it dropped across her right eye. Not tall but between the high heels and her erect bearing, she seemed tall. Dark brown eyes simply gawked at him as her perfectly manicured hand gripped her weapon.
“Huh,” she said, still gawking at him. “She did bring a cat with her. Such a strange girl, my granddaughter.”
*
Tock couldn’t move. She felt . . . frozen. She could still see, but couldn’t blink. Could breathe, but couldn’t speak. Could hear, but couldn’t move her head. She was stuck. And it was horrifying.
She didn’t understand. She’d been hit, at some point in her life, with nearly every natural poison and a lot of manufactured ones. More than once, in fact. That included the most lethal snake poisons and even Ricin once. That had been truly unpleasant. Then there’d been the arsenic, cyanide, and that damn ghost pepper Max had slipped into her burrito. Tock had had them all and—if she were affected in any way—it was just to be knocked out for a while. Sometimes her heart stopped, but it always started again. Same thing with her breathing.
Whatever was happening now, however, was so different. For the first time in her life, she felt defeated. Like she’d never move again. She would always feel this way. Trapped in this body. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t.
Through eyes that couldn’t blink, she could see the destruction the tiger brought down on the mercenaries—as long as the action happened over her head. But she couldn’t duck or join in. She couldn’t even cheer him on. She could only watch as bodies and body parts flew by.
But then she heard it. Heard that voice. That goddamn voice!
And sure enough . . . her grandmother—whom they all called Savta—leaned into her eye-view and gazed down at her with obvious disdain.
“I leave you alone,” she admonished Tock in her Israeli accent, “one minute. Two. And next we know, you are on floor like dead body.” She paused, then added, “It is your mother’s fault. She made you weak after I warned her not to.”
Unable to walk away or even roll her eyes, rage built up inside Tock and, before she knew it, she growled. A reaction that made her grandmother look a little surprised. She was never surprised. So why was she surprised now? Something was wrong, very wrong, and Tock wanted to know what the hell was going on. And she wanted to know now.
“You just walk into trouble and think you can always get out,” Savta continued, pretending that Tock’s growl hadn’t taken her by surprise. “But look at you now . . . on the ground. Stuck there like a log.”
Hearing her grandmother chastise her for doing a job she was only on because of her grandmother, had rage building again inside Tock.
“Hey, Emmy!” called her cousin Uri, born and raised in the States like Tock but also with dual citizenship. He annoyingly pushed his face beside their grandmother’s so Tock could see him. “Bad day?”
Rage building.
“Why is she on the floor?” Uri’s sister Shira wanted to know from the other side of Tock. “Why are you on the floor?” she practically yelled in Tock’s face.
And building.
“Is she dead?” Shira asked her brother. Then she yelled at Tock, “Are you dead?”
“She’s not dead,” her grandmother replied. “I think it’s that new poison.”
New poison? There was a new poison that worked on honey badgers and no one had told Tock? No one?
“New poison?” Uri asked.
“Do you not read the encrypted newsletter Savta sends out?”
“I’m sorry,” Uri snapped back at his sister. “I’ve been busy saving the world. I don’t have time to run around reading newsletters like I’m part of a club run by our grandmother. No offense, Savta.”
“I understand,” her grandmother soothed, petting Uri’s big badger shoulders.
“Of course you understand him,” Shira snapped back. “He has a penis.”
“Disgusting child!”
“Sister!”
Shira waved their grandmother and her sibling away. “We all know you are nice to the boys, Savta. And yet you treat the girls like they are naturally stupid and thickheaded. Who knew a uterus was such a handicap?”
“Ewww,” another cousin announced from outside Tock’s eyeline. “She’s drooling.” She leaned in and practically yelled, “Do you think you can stop drooling? It’s really grossing me out.”
“I don’t think she can stop drooling,” Shira said. “She’s been poisoned. She might be dying.” Shira looked down at Tock and loudly asked, “Are you dying? Tell us if you’re dying.”
And snap.
Using every bit of will she had, Tock raised her arm and grabbed Shira by the throat, doing her best to strangle the life from her even as the rest of Tock’s body was unable to move.
She didn’t care. She might be dying, but she’d make sure she didn’t go alone into the next world. Nope! She was dragging her idiot cousin with her!
Shira slapped at her arm and her other cousins attempted to pull Tock’s hand off, but Tock used all the power she had left to end Shira.
Her grandmother rolled her eyes before motioning to someone just outside of Tock’s limited view.
Then, Shay was there. He was human and leaning over her so he could look her right in the eyes.
“Let her go, Tock. I have to get you to a hospital.”
“Will a hospital help?” Uri asked. “She looks pretty far—”
With one big hand, Shay sent Uri flying out of Tock’s sight, which she greatly appreciated. So she relaxed her hand and dropped her arm.
Without waiting, Shay picked her up and started walking.
“Where are you taking her?” Tock heard her grandmother ask the cat.
“Away,” he said to her family before adding, “from all of you.”
“Why would you need to do that?” her grandmother asked drily. “We’re delightful.”
Chapter 3
Once the elevator doors closed and they were heading down to the first floor, Shay looked into Tock’s eyes. She still couldn’t blink, so her eyes were wide open and looking right at him, but she didn’t appear terrified so much as pissed off. Whether that anger was directed at her family or at the ones who had done this to her, he couldn’t say. He didn’t know her well enough.