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“What man?” Fuck, I need to use a lighter tone. I hold her close and drop my head down, nuzzling her forehead with my chin. I take a deep breath. “I’ve got you, Piglet. No one’s going to hurt you. Who did this?”

I look down into her confused face as tears drip down her cheeks and she explains, in halting, half-slurred words, that someone with a mask showed up and said he wanted to talk to her. When she ran, he jumped the enclosure fence and tackled her.

“I think he cut my neck…” Her eyes roll slightly as she fumbles for her neck. “Bear…”

Her tears start to flow again, and I’m torn between rage and sorrow.

“Gwennie… I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so sorry.” My words catch in my throat. I feel like I’m being strangled.

My fault!

“Let’s go inside. I’m taking you inside. You’re safe now. We’ll call the police.”

“I don’t feel well,” she whimpers.

I crouch in the dirt and hold her up while she gets sick: a side-effect of what he shot into her neck.

I clean her off with my shirt and take her to the bath. I have to get in, too. She can’t stay upright. Not with those drugs in her system.

My chest aches as I hold her and wash her gently, as she cries and cries and cries and asks if we can leave.

“I’m scared.”

I keep telling her, “I’m here. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”

Gwenna cries, “I’m scared for you, Bear!”

“Don’t be scared for me, baby. I’m just fine.”

“Someone’s going…to take you…”

“No,” I whisper, carrying her to bed.

“Don’t go.”

“Go where?”

“Overseas,” she sniffles.

“No way. I’m not leaving. I would never leave you, baby.” I climb into bed with her and count her breaths to try to get a read on her oxygen saturation. I check her pulse, which seems to be okay. He dosed her lightly, I think.

He must think that’s good. That it will dim my rage.

Blue has no idea. That fucking prick has no fucking idea. When Gwenna drifts off, I call the police out to file a report and sit at Gwen’s computer. There I find him on the footage, just as I knew I would.

Bluebell.

No. Not Blue.

Someone wearing ACE gear…but not Blue. Someone I’m pretty fucking sure he hired. Who else would be

behind this, except his paranoid, self-important ass?

This is bad news. Such bad news.

Because this means I have to kill him.

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