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His eyes narrow, and for a moment I think the gig is up. Then I see that slow, sexy grin I know so well. He presses a fingertip to my lips as if acknowledging my plea, then rolls us over once again so that I’m straddling him, his cock filling me.

“Is that what you want?” His hands are on my hips and he lifts me easily, then brings me back down over and over and over in a rhythm that has all sorts of wildness riding through me. That has me brushing up against that sweet, dangerous edge.

“Do you want me to take you over?”

I gasp. I’m close. So damn close.

“Say it, baby.”

“Yes.”

“Come here,” he says, lifting his head as if to kiss me. I bend over, and his lips brush over mine. “Too fucking bad.”

In a heartbeat, he shifts, then pivots at the waist so he’s sitting up. In that same moment, he lets me see the syringe in his hand. I don’t know where it came from—and it doesn’t matter. That metaphorical blade I’d felt earlier? That was nothing.

This is fear.

That unknown clear liquid?

It could be death

“That’s all folks,” he says in a cartoon voice. Then the needle is at my throat and I’m struggling, but it’s no use, because the plunger is in and whatever this stuff is, it works fast. The room spins, then goes black.

And my last thought is that I hope I’m not going to wake up dead…because I really want the chance to kill that man.

Chapter Thirteen

The monsters are everywhere. Needle-like teeth. Razor-like claws. They slice and cut. They lash, they sting.

The venom…oh, god, the venom…

It’s in my blood.

“Tell us, Cami. Just whisper your secrets…”

Can’t talk.

Can’t tell.

“Quit fighting. It will all be okay if you just listen to the voice. Just answer the question. How will the agent be introduced? Into what population?”

Yes! Yes! That’s the question. Need to wake up. But the monsters, the monsters, oh, god, the monsters!

“Does he suspect a traitor? Who? What does he think he knows?”

Can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t—

My eyes fly open, and I try to sit up. I can’t. I’m weighted down, my arms and legs spread, my body trapped.

Monsters and needles.

Was it a dream? Was it real?

Maxim!

Was he real? Is he one of the monsters?

Has my cover been blown?