Tamara Williams had just settled down to a quiet evening at home when, one moment she's in her apartment then the next she's on a dark street with a set of headlights heading straight for her.
Not only is she not where she's supposed to be, but she has three months of missing time. Yet in those months, she's seemingly ruined her best friend's wedding, blackmailed her boss, turned her back on her family and heritage, and worse. Now she's determined to find out how this happened, why, and then making those responsible pay!
"Now, I'm going to show you something." He reached inside one of the many pockets of his vest.
I felt a drop of sweat roll down the back of my neck.
A moment later, he brought out a thin vial filled with what looked like green-yellow mucus. "What is..." I bit my tongue to stop the question, not sure I truly wanted to know just yet.
White took the stopper from the end of the vial and held it out toward me.
The longer I stared at it, the wider my eyes got. There was something queerly familiar about the off greenish-yellow color. I quivered inside though I had no idea why. My fingers dug into the fabric of my jeans.
Jensen held the vial directly between us, a neutral look on his face. "Take it. Smell what's inside. Then we'll see what we shall see."
The muscles in my right arm jerked from tension as I tried to make it move and it resisted. A shrill scream inside my head insisted I didn't want to do this. That if I did, there'd be no way to take it back. "I...I'm afraid."
That I would admit such a thing to total stranger shocked me, but made it no less true.
"Unfortunately, you should be." He jerked forward, putting the vial directly beneath my nose.