The Gender Game 2 by Bella Forrest (positive books to read txt) 📗

A shadow passed over the vent, and I pressed back deeper into the darkness.

There was a long pause as I felt, rather than saw, the eyes probing the hole I was sheltered in.

“Nothing there. Wherever this Violet is… she wasn’t with him. They must have separated on one of the upper levels. Maybe she hid, and then took off while we pursued him.”

The shadow disappeared.

“Very well. Let’s take this man to one of the interrogation rooms, and find out where she would go.”

“We should kill him,” responded the first voice, disdain thick in her voice. I sucked in my breath at the way she casually suggested it.

“Interesting. Why?”

“Because even if he does know where she is, he won’t tell us. It’s a waste of time.”

“I see.” I heard one of them walking around. Viggo gave a groan, and I bit back my protest. It would do no good to say anything. But if they agreed to kill him, I would tear out of this vent and kill them both before they got a chance.

Risking the noise, I reached for my bag and found my gun. The heavy press of the cold metal and grip calmed me and made me feel more in control, knowing it was there.

“Sister,” came the same voice. “I think killing him is extremely unwise.”

“Oh,” came the snide response. “Taken in by his pretty face?”

“Hardly. But he could have other information that could be helpful to us.”

“Like?”

“Well, really. How would I know? But killing him now means we’ll never have the chance to figure it out. And that would not make Elena happy, knowing that we had a Patrian agent in our grasp and killed him before we could extract anything of interest.”

“Is that our job now? Making sweet Elena happy?”

The sound of a slap echoed through the room, followed by a few staggered steps landing heavily on the carpeted floor.

“You dare hit me,” shouted the second voice, an indignant rage thundering through it.

“You are being disrespectful to our new queen,” came the toneless response.

There was a pause. “Of course. You’re right. I apologize.”

“Accepted. Now, shall we get this huge specimen of a Patrian into an interrogation room? I still want to question Ms. Dale and see what she knows.”

There was a wordless sound of assent, and then a shuffling around. I held very still as I heard them pick up Viggo’s unconscious form and carry him out of the room, leaving me alone in the darkness.

In my head, I counted to one hundred, just to feel sure they were gone. As I lay there, I ran my mind back over their conversation, trying to figure out who they were.

They were clearly agents of the new queen, Elena. Elena was Rina’s eldest daughter, and first in line of succession. She had been training her entire life to assume the role of Queen, and had served in various cabinet roles in the government. I was surprised to hear that she had already been crowned, given that her mother had been murdered less than a week ago. When Queen Rina’s mother had died, the nation had grieved for a month before the coronation of her daughter.

Yet they spoke about her in such a casual way, implying a more informal relationship. Were they just disenfranchised agents, or did they know the queen personally? Why would they be here? Ms. Dale had already been sent, so there was no need for further agents. It really didn’t make any sense.

I rolled those thoughts through my head while I counted. After one hundred, I pressed my foot against one of the walls, until the metal popped loudly. Then I waited.

No sounds of activity. I exhaled slowly, and then scooted my way back up to the grate. The metal I was lying on groaned as I moved, and I froze each time, waiting to be discovered, anticipated it even, scenarios playing out in my head. But nobody came.

Once at the grate, I began pushing against it, using my feet for leverage. It turned out to be fruitless. Viggo had secured it to the wall too tightly.

After ten minutes of pushing, I finally gave up. Wiping my face, I pushed myself back into the tunnel, and started to think.

The first goal was finding Viggo, wherever he was. To do that, I needed to find a way out of these ventilation ducts.

Reaching for the bag, I exchanged the gun I was holding for a flashlight and clicked it on. The light illuminated everything, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't think I would have lasted long without a flashlight.

The light cut through the darkness, ending about ten feet away, where I could see the vent making a sharp left. Thinking about the layout of each level, I began to wiggle my way through it. The space was tight, and as I moved, I realized that there would have been no way for Viggo to fit.

He probably knew it earlier than I did. I was so focused on the situation that I had completely overlooked the environment.

I pushed the bag in front of me, making my way down. It was awkward, holding the flashlight and pushing the backpack, but I managed. The duct groaned and banged with each movement I made, but I eventually figured out where to put my weight on each section, keeping the noise to a minimum.

I slid the bag around the corner, and followed it through. About three feet in front of me, the vent slanted down at an angle. I considered going back, but there was nowhere to turn around, and I didn’t feel like doing this in reverse. I wrapped my hand around the strap of the bag, and pushed forward.

I saw a dim yellow light coming from ahead as I carefully descended. I pushed toward it. The slant leveled out about three feet before the source of the light, which I could see was another grate. I approached it cautiously, making a concentrated