Better A Living Dog Than A Dead Lion

Kira smoothed out her dress. ‘Austyn’s going to be so pissed when he finds out I ruined his limited edition dress,’ she thought, making a wry face. She wished she could see him right now; she missed him so much. ‘I can’t just leave my life in someone else’s hands,’ she said. ‘While our friends do their part to save us, I have to do mine.’ Some people said there were certain fates worse than death. Kira thought that was just hogwash. Nothing beat death; death was the worst. What she went through just now was humiliating and traumatising, but it got her what she wanted—a shot at survival. As Dad used to say, better a living dog than a dead lion. ‘As long as there’s a tiny sliver of hope, I won’t give up,’ Kira said. Gwen stared at Kira as if she was seeing her for the first time. She no longer thought they looked alike. Any other woman would have broken down by now, but Kira Hewitt was made of sterner stuff. Kira tensed when the door opened again. The team of heavily armed men came back,