She narrowed her eyes and looked carefully at the newspaper in Carl's hand—it was yesterday's "New York Evening Post."
So they're in New York!
Her gaze swept past the newspaper in Carl's hand and landed on his badly bruised face.
"Miss Fifteen?!"
Not far away, one of the men called out.
"Oh!" Fifteen pulled her gaze back. "I'll be right there."
Putting away her phone, she strode back to the room where Fox was being kept.
Phoebe and Lucas Walker were already in the room. When she came in, Phoebe lifted the corners of her lips and smiled at her; Lucas Walker didn't smile, he just gave her a slight nod of his chin.
Of course, even that small, restrained gesture was enough to show that his attitude toward her had changed quite a bit.
Lucas Walker withdrew his gaze and focused on Fox. His eyes instantly turned cold.
"What will it take for her to wake up?"
