Stealing the Dragon

Chapter Fifty-six

“…forty-four…”

Lin jumped at the sound of the deadbolt.

Harold Yan leaned through the open door, his serpentine smile making Lin tense involuntarily, her instincts telling her to strike, vertigo hitting as her muscles flexed against her bonds. She shut her eyes as bile burned the back of her throat.

Yan looked smug. “The poison is still working,” he said. “You don’t think I’d leave someone of your-station-free to move around, do you?”

Lin opened her eyes and managed a deep breath, getting enough wind inside her to spit across the small room. A wad of saliva smacked against Yan’s pants just below the crotch. Lin felt faint from the effort but managed a smile of her own.

“Yat-zeu.” Go to hell.

“Baat poh.” Yan’s eyes turned cold. “I’ll meet you there, bitch.” He forced a smile, adding, “But don’t die just yet-I’m expecting company and you’re the main attraction, so don’t forget to smile for the camera.” He pulled the door closed and slid the deadbolt into place.

Lin stared at the locked door for a moment, then turned to the monitor and concentrated on her image in the corner of the screen.

“Thirty-nine…”