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“What the fuck?” I tried to sit up, but Matteo held me down and yanked out the syringe before I could get my hands on him.
“You need to get some sleep.”
“The fuck I do.” He let me go, but as I lunged for him, my vision doubled, and the room swam around me. “Why? Why would you?”
“I wanted to help you sleep.”
This wasn’t about sleep. “You fucking stabbed me with a tranq. Miles could call.”
“Don’t fight it, baby. Just sleep.”
He was moving toward the door. “Where are you going? Oh God, you’re not…. Did you…? Did Miles…?” I tried to make more words come out, but I couldn’t. I felt Matteo’s hands on me, but my vision had gone dark. My eyes fluttered closed as he tucked me in. The last thing I remembered was him brushing his lips across my cheek.
“I love you. I’m doing this for you.”
31
CARTER
Ifelt like I was fighting through cotton. I tried to find a way out, but there was too much fog. My eyes were so fucking heavy, but I needed to wake up. Something was wrong.
Matteo. He…drugged me? No, that had to be a dream. He cared about me. I knew he did. He wouldn’t run off. Would he?
“Matteo?” No response. “Matteo!” I knew he wasn’t there. The house felt too still, too silent.
I sat up and pushed at the air like it was cobwebs I needed to brush away. Fuck. I was groggy as hell, and it was still daylight out. I never woke up so slowly. My years as a SEAL had taught me to wake up quickly, instantly alert at the slightest sound.
This wasn’t a dream. Matteo really had drugged me, hadn’t he? I wanted to be wrong.
I tensed when I heard footsteps. “Matteo?”
A second later, Miles, Ford, and Worth appeared in my doorway.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Matteo?”
“I’m here because neither you nor Matteo were responding to my texts and calls. Matteo’s gone. Our best guess is that he’s gone after Landon, but he’s keeping his movements dark. We’ve got people watching Landon’s location, but no one has seen Matteo.”
“You know where Landon is?” When had that happened?
Miles nodded.
“How does Matteo know when I don’t?”
Worth whistled, and I looked back and forth between the two of them.
“You better fucking tell me, right now.”
Miles sighed. “I called him. He told me you were sleeping, and I said to let you sleep and check in with me in a few hours.”
“Fuck. Where is he?”
Ford frowned. “Miles was telling the truth. We really don’t know.”
“I mean Landon, not Matteo.”
“He’s in Albany.”
I was suddenly wide awake, as if the last of the drugs had been pushed out of my system by the adrenaline racing through me. “Text me the coordinates, then get out. I’m going after him.”
