She shut the thoughtsout;they did her no good now. She would talk to himtomorrow;she would straighten it all out then. He would be all right. He would be fine. She would beg for his forgiveness if she had too. The ideaof doing that didn’t exactly sit well with her, but for the first time in her life, she was willing to put her pride aside and humble herself to someone, if that was what it came to. She hoped that it wouldn’t, but she would do it if she had too. She owed him that much, and more, much more.
She sighed and flopped back over again. “Would you stop doing that,” Abby mutteredirritably.
“You were the one talking about cookies just a minute ago,” Isabelle whispered back.
“Cookies?”
“Yeah.”
“I could go for some cookies,” Vicky mumbled. “At least I’d have something good to eat while I’m listening to Isabelle sigh and moan.”
“How could you hear me overyour snoring?” Isabelle retorted.
“I don’t snore!”
“You snore louder than a chainsaw!”
“Yeah you do,” Abby agreed.
“Whatever,” Vicky mumbled.
Isabelle rolled over to look at them. Abby had propped her head up on her hand and was staring at her from over Vicky’s back. Vicky was scowling at her from half lowered lids.Isabellemanaged a tremulous smile as she lifted herself onto her elbow. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she apologized.
“This bed sucks anyway,” Vicky mumbled.
‘Isabelle!’
Stefan’s voice slammed into her mind so fiercely that she almost fell out of bed from the shock of it. ‘Stefan?’
‘They’re coming Isabelle, get to safety now!’
‘What?’
‘Now! It’s the men from the club, they’ll find you! Go now!’
Isabelle jumped up, tossing the blankets aside as his panic surged into herandflaredher own to near epic levels. Her eyes instantly fell on Vicky and Abby. “Get up!” she yelled.
“What?” they demanded, bolting up in the bed.
“Get up! Now! Hurry!”
“Isabelle...”
“They’re coming here. The men from the club, they’re coming here!”
“Ohno!”They bounded out of the bedsimultaneously.
“Get in the bathroom,”she commanded.
“What?”
“Isabelle...”
She grabbed hold of Abby’s arm and started propelling her toward the bathroom. “Vicky move,” she urgedfrantically.
Vicky rushed over to the bathroom, flicking on the bright, florescent light. It flashed for a moment before blazing to life. Isabelle blinked against its bright flare as she shoved Abby into the ugly little green room. Her fear was rapidly mounting. “Stay in here!” she hissed.
“Isabelle, wait! What about you?”
