Jumping and pivoting my chair around, I inched into a full circle until I was able to reach out and grab the tool from Damien. With one hand, I grabbed the tool, and with my other I kept my fingers on one of his cuffs. I was going to have to do this upside down and backwards. Feeling for the tiny hole, I used my finger to mark where it was and then slid the key into the hole.
“I’ll check on the sergeant,” a deep voice outside the door called out.
“Kit…” Damien warned.
With the key shoved into the hole, I turned it and met resistance before turning it the other way. The door opened just as the cuff clicked, freeing Damien.
My back was to the door, so I could only go by sound. The door sounded like it had been opened; Damien was definitely off his chair, and there was a struggle. Jumping in my chair, I spun to see the door was half open and Damien had the guy in a headlock with his good arm; his bad arm hung limply at his side.
Standing, carrying this awkward and heavy-ass chair on my back with a busted rib, I kicked the door shut so as not to draw any more attention. Turning, I brought my big-ass boot down on the guy’s temple and knocked him out cold. I felt awful that he was now alone in the Dream War, but there was no time for a conscience now.
“Thanks, I couldn’t get my other arm up to punch him.”
I nodded. “Uncuff me and I’ll reset your shoulder so we can think about our exit plan.”
Damien stood, walked over behind me, and grabbed the key tool, easily unlocking my cuffs. The sharp tension that had been present on my wrists fell away then and it was glorious. I rubbed my arms to get the blood flowing again.
“Okay, that congressmen dude is important. Like a politician with a ton of money, so people are going to notice he’s gone.”
I got a good grip on Damien’s upper arm. Ronnie had taught us all how to pop sockets. It was gnarly and hurt like hell, but was very necessary in our line of work.
Damien looked at me. “Not trying to sound cocky here, but you’re talking to a billionaire. People with money don’t scare me.”
I grinned. I sometimes forgot that my boyfriend’s net worth was so large. Without warning—it was best that way—I shoved upward and then inward and his joint clicked in place.
“Mother Jesus!” he hissed.
“Sorry.” I smoothed his shirt, running my hand lightly across the shoulder to make sure it was in place.
He let out a shaky breath and then rolled his shoulder.
“Better. Thanks.”
I nodded.
“So how do we get out of here? I feel like I’m ready to fall over, I’m so tired.” I wasn’t even sure that sentence came out right.
Damien nodded, bending down to pick up the gun off the unconscious dude’s belt.
“Hold this. I have a plan.”
Good. Because I was fresh out of ideas.
Three
“This only works in the movies!” I hissed.
Damien had stripped the guard and was now wearing his uniform, complete with baseball cap pulled down low.
“Well, it’s all we have. We need to get out of here and possibly into the Dream War, where we can get some real sleep.”
My eyes bugged. “You want to sleep in the Dream War! We’ll be eaten alive while we lay there resting.”
Damien shook his head. “Not if we can get to Skyhome.”
My heart pinched a little at the mention of the Galadrias’ home.
“I can’t communicate with Dawn,” I reminded him.
