Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,17

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Was I just kidnapped? No. Stupid question. I was kidnapped! Damn. How could I be so naive? Wait. This isn't my fault. Just at the wrong place, wrong time, wrong Uber. Jeez. Why didn't I just take a damn bus!

Those men had mentioned they saw me before the restaurant. What if they were eavesdropping and waiting for the right moment, hoping I'd come out alone? It was possible, but that meant they had to be working with a supernatural.

The restaurant was for supernaturals only, and I only got in because no one would dare say otherwise to my bros and Everett.

The last new guy learned the hard way and ended up handing in his resignation once his six months of medical rehab was over with. Poor guy.

I could continue to spend my time wondering how I fell into the perfect setup, or I could find my way out of here, but I couldn't help wondering if that witch had something to do with all of this. She was a snake shifter, and they were known for being two-faced.

Could she have arranged those guys to follow us, and told the guys to inform me of their abrupt departure? Did she predict I'd run out and somehow get into that Uber? No. I was getting ahead of myself. Jeez, I need to get the hell out of here.

I was afraid to open my eyes. To accept that I was in this situation and whatever move I made from this moment would determine if I got out of here alive, dead, or tossed over to the highest bidder.

As scary as it was, I didn't survive growing up with four supernatural elites and a mega-powerful bear shifter just to be afraid of the unknown. Slowly, I peeked an eye open and eventually opened the other as I took in the dimly-lit room.

Scanning what I could see, I came to the quick conclusion I was alone. I immediately regretted sitting up as the world spun once more.

"Shit," I whispered the curse and let myself stay completely still. "Did they drug me or something?"

They had been talking about some magic music they got from a leprechaun. Who would have thought those short supernaturals that should have carried pots of gold and created rainbows would sell magic tapes that encouraged kidnapping?

Waiting for the spinning to stop, I attempted to figure out where I was and what could I do to get out of here.

First off. Cameras.

I made a detailed scan of the room, looking for anything that could be perceived as a hidden camera. From their conversation, I doubted they had enough to have any cameras and from the looks of the single room, it had to be a hotel of some sort.

"If I can just get to the door, I'll be able to race out of here.” I was still in the sparkly red dress I'd been wearing, but my heels were nowhere to be found.

My purse was on the nightstand next to the charging phone the guy had mentioned.

"Damn. He wasn't kidding. His phone is ancient," I muttered before shaking my head. "Cass. No time for sarcasm! Focus."

It was time for fight mode and I'd have to use everything the guys taught me about self-defense and emergency situations.

I'd been trained since I could walk. It was something I began doing because the guys would have to train to keep fit and protect themselves as supernaturals. Back when we were younger, society wasn't as smooth, and many fights would break out over simple disagreements among supernaturals of different shifter races.

Everett decided to train us for two hours a day, one in the morning and one later at night. I only got to join because I started complaining that I felt left out and wanted to learn as well. I might not be able to shift into anything I wanted, summon flowers out of thin air, move super-fast, or seduce the hell out of anyone, but I could run, punch, and kick someone in the balls.

That had to mean something.

I'd have to recall what each of them taught me to get myself out of this situation. Having my bag meant there was a good chance my hidden credit cards were still there, and seeing as that brick phone wouldn't have fingerprint or code security, I'd be able to call one of the guys.

Otis would have been the smartest to call since he could run here the fastest, but I was mad at him, so that wasn't an