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From this close, it looks like the guy's eyes have a weird look to them. Like they're dead inside or something. Empty. There's nothing behind them.

And I wonder if that's how mine look now.

My heart isn't pounding in my chest.

My blood isn't pumping through my veins from adrenaline.

My shoulders aren't tense.

I'm just . . . ready.

“Yeah,” I scoff, looking him up and down. “Your fuckin' ugly mug in my face.”

Stitch's lip twitches before turning into a sneer.

Out of my peripherals, I see him reach for something in his waistband.

And then I move.

CHAPTER 26

Remi

My mouth is so dry that I can barely get it open. Even when I try clearing my throat, I find it to be just as dry.

What is going on?

Finally, opening my eyes, I realize that I have no idea where I am.

I look from one side of the room, where I note some medical equipment, a door, and a whiteboard, and then to the other before my eyes land on, “Dad?”

My voice is quiet and strained, but he hears me. Looking up from his phone, he unfolds his leg from the other and stands up.

There's a look in his eyes that I haven't really seen before as he steps closer. A hint of, dare I say, concern? But by the time he's standing next to the bed, it's gone.

“Remi.” He pours some water into a cup and pops a straw in before bringing it to my mouth.

“Thanks,” I say after taking a sip. “What's going on? Where am I?”

“You were attacked.”

“Attacked?” Okay, I'm probably at a hospital, but in an expensive private room by the looks of it.

“Attempted rape.” At my wide eyes, he adds, “Don't worry. The man has been dealt with.”

Attempted rape. Squeezing my eyes shut again, I try to draw out some memories of what he's saying happened.

I try to remember something, anything.

Tahnee.

We went out for a couple of drinks. She walked me home. And then . . . nothing.

No, wait. There was a bottle of wine at my door. I drank some of it.

“I remember feeling really dizzy after I drank some wine that was left for me.”

He folds one hand on top of the other, looking like he's standing at the head of a conference table rather than here with me.