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“Hey, fucker, where do you think you’re going?”
One of the men involved in the fight caught up to us and took a swing at the guy. The punch hit him straight across the face, and I heard the crack as bones broke. He fell backwards, crying out in pain.
Dimly, I became aware that Tory’s yelling had formed into proper words.
“West, don’t leave him. He’s a friend. They’ll kill him!”
I rolled my eyes at her dramatics and nodded to Davenport. “Fine, bring him.”
Jack grabbed the guy by the collar and herded him out into the street. I followed close behind, setting Tory down on her feet.
“Do not run off,” I told her, my tone making it perfectly clear how pissed I’d be if she did.
“I won’t,” she said in a small voice, which had me looking back at her as I went to open the door. She stood there swamped in Jack’s hoodie. Her hair was tangled, and there were dark circles under her eyes. Looking closer, I could see something was not right. Her face was pale, and she swayed on her feet.
“Shit. Davenport, friend person needs to not be conscious right now.”
Jack nodded and swung around quickly, catching the guy across the head with his fist. He crumpled instantly, and Jack lifted him, stuffed him into the passenger seat, and pulled the seatbelt across him.
“I’ll get in the back,” I told him. “You drive.” Davenport looked at me in confusion then nodded.
I turned back to Tory. “My lady...” I held the door open, and she moved forward, stumbling on those ridiculous heels of hers.
She looked up at me as she moved past, and I saw her visibly recoil at the sight of me.
“What?” I demanded.
“Nothing,” she muttered, but her face was even paler, and she struggled to climb into the car. In the end I had to lift her inside, placing her on the seat and clicking her in like a child.
“Go,” I told Davenport, pulling the door closed, and we sped away.
I turned to the woman in the seat next to me. “Lady Victoria?”
She moved her head slowly to look at me, a strange expression of relief passing across her features as she did so. I reached forward and took her face in my hand, holding her chin firmly with my fingers as I looked into her eyes.
“Fuck, my lady, did you take something tonight?” She shook her head slowly. “Are you sure that fucked up posh boy didn’t give you anything to loosen you up a bit?”
My gut tightened at the brief memory of standing in the hallway, listening to her scream someone else’s name and hearing the sound of leather against her perfect flesh. I’d fallen into a murderous rage, wanting to break the fucking door down to get to her, but Davenport had stopped me, assuring me that whatever was taking place sounded consensual.
I had paused to listen and realised he was right. It hadn’t made me feel any better, and I still had tiny, crescent-shaped cuts in my palms from where I’d clenched my fists until it went quiet. If he had given her something to get her into bed for his sick games, I swore to all the gods...
“Jasper didn’t, no,” she murmured.
“What?” I asked, trying to gentle my tone.
“Jasper, my fucked up, he’s... I lost him.” Tears fell down her face, and she closed her eyes, falling back against the seat. I slid my hand down to her throat to check her pulse. It was hammering, and not in a good way.
“Fuck, Jack, she’s been given something.”
He looked at me in the rearview mirror.
“Shall we get her to a hospital?”
I shook my head. “Too much attention, and we’ve had enough tonight. I think it’s just GHB or something. I’m going to take some of her blood and see if it will lessen the effects. When we get there, make sure she feeds from you or Zayn, and don’t let the little friend see.”
Jack nodded and moved his eyes back to the road.
I looked at Tory and sighed. “How the hell do you get yourself into these situations?” I muttered out loud. Her eyes flickered open.
