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His words were beautiful, but something was pulling my attention—this overwhelming spinning of the room, my vision struggling to stay focused. Everything was off, events flowing around me, my body struggling to keep up. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve guessed I was close to blackout-drunk, but all I’d had was water.

What in the Goddess was happening to me?

Nolan gripped me tighter, helping to keep me upright. “Are you alright? Did I say too much?”

“N-no, it’s no—” I gagged, my stomach churning, my cheeks tingling, “y-you. I ju—” I coughed, my lungs struggling to draw in air. “I need the washroom.”

I bolted away before he could say anything, stumbling and crashing as I headed to the back of the bar. Voices swirled around me, muffled, asking if I was alright, but I couldn’t even find the strength to answer. I finally stumbled into the back hall, the door at the end of the short span seeming miles away. I rested my hands against the wall, trying to use it as a guide to my destination. All I needed to do was get to the washroom and purge whatever I’d consumed to make me like this. Just make it to the washroom and everything would be alright.

I collapsed about ten paces from the door, my hands scratching at the wall, head resting against it to try and find my balance, but it seemed almost impossible. Dread overcame me. I desperately tried to figure out what was happening, but it was no use. Whatever had taken over my system was spreading rapidly, to the point where thinking felt like the most strenuous activity that existed. My muscles shook as I fell to my knees, sobs escaping my lips, trying to find any shred of strength to call out to my friends.

But it was no use. Something had taken control of me, pulling me into its clutches, and I had no idea what it was.

“Hello, lovely,” a voice whispered in my ear before darkness engulfed the world.

Chapter Fifty-One

Everything was heavy. My mind, my muscles, my entire self.

My head rolled side to side, and I coughed as dust erupted around me in a cloud. Where was I?

I blinked to clear my vision, forcing myself to pull in my surroundings so I could assess the situation I had found myself it.

Crates were stacked around me, the stale scent of musky fabric and rotting wood filling my dulled senses. I tried to sit up, but every micromovement took all my effort, a groan dragging involuntarily from my lips. Somehow, I was able to prop myself against the wall behind me, my head rolling against the dirty surface as I looked around.

I was in a warehouse of some kind. If I didn’t know any better, I would think it had been abandoned for a while, with its broken ceiling beams, busted light bulbs still in the fixtures above, and plenty of mismatched graffiti littered along the walls. Yet, the crates looked new, the wood freshly-polished and no dirt littering their surfaces.

I tried to find any clue as to where I was; my breath escaped in a rush as my eyes focused on the scrawled writing across the wall in front of me.

Chu Fui na Déithe.For the Blood of the Gods.

I was in a den of vipers, in the darkened lair of the man I’d been hunting. For some unknown reason, I had been drugged and dragged to this place, and I would not waste it. With the Goddess as my witness, I would find out the truth of why Elliot has been calling me out with his kills.

“So happy to finally see you awake, lovely,” a calm, flirtatious voice drifted to me, pulling my attention toward the front of the room. My captor basked in shadows, but that voice was unmistakable, that pet name so perfectlyhim.

“Benji.” My voice was hoarse, my throat raw.

He came into the light, his steps slow, making his way over to me and crouching with his fingers laced together as he looked me up and down. “How do you feel?”

“Like I was just drugged and kidnapped,” I growled. “Oh, wait, I was!”

“Necessary evil, darling.” He shrugged, his cool features giving away nothing. “We won’t be here long, I promise.”

“My Faction will find me,” I threatened, clawing at the floor below me.

“Oh, I know. I was planning on that.”

I balked at his confidence. “What?”

“Trust me, if I wanted us to disappear without a trace, it would have been simple.” He took in his fill of my weakened state. “This was merely an intimate moment for us to officially meet.”

My blood boiled at his nonchalant demeanor about kidnapping me. I wished I could lunge forward and scratch his eyes out, but whatever he’d drugged me with still had me within its hold, my body weakened, impossible to hold itself up without the wall behind and the floor below. “Do you work for Elliot?” I demanded. “Who is he?”

He smirked, a treacherous laugh escaping his lips. The evil sound danced across my skin, realization snaking through my slow, clouded thoughts.

He wasn’t working for Elliot.

HewasElliot.

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