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Whatever spell he used to bring me here, he also used to sedate me.
The gift wasn’t a present at all. It was a trap, a magical bomb.
I’m going to pass out, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Panic swells up as my eyelids drift closed.
Freya, please help me get out of this.
“Sleep, my mate. It’s time you forgot about them.”
Chapter thirty-four
Dante
Whenmyarmsmacksinto muscle instead of finding the soft curves of Amanda’s sleeping form, I jerk awake as if my skin has been burned. The sudden movement seems to be enough to wake Sean and Parker both, and it makes me feel like an asshole.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “Amanda’s not in bed.”
Sean yawns and gets to his feet. “She’s probably in the bathroom.”
I turn since I’m closest to that room. The door is open, and I don’t sense her presence close by.
I get up and check anyway, eager for something to do now that I’m wide awake. She’s not in the room, and when I take a few more steps into her bedroom, I find it empty as well.
Sean is already in the main room when I come out of the bathroom.
“She’s not in her room, or the bathroom,” I tell him.
He frowns. “Well, she’s not out here either.”
That gets Parker up from the bed like a shot. “She has to be somewhere.”
He’s already grabbing yesterday’s clothes off the floor, ready to chase our mate down.
“She wouldn’t just leave the apartment,” Sean says. “She’d leave a note if she had to go see Rachel.”
He moves around, picking up the stuff I left on the table last night and putting it back down.
Parker pushes out of the bedroom ahead of me and throws his clothes on quickly.
I step out to see Sean going to the notepad next to the landline phone.
He shakes his head.
“No note?” I ask.
“Nothing …” he starts, before his gaze moves to the carton on the counter. “Except this.”
Parker’s dressed now, and he moves closer to the counter.
“She must have been about to make breakfast. Maybe we were out of something she needed?” I ask.
Parker shakes his head. “We’re not out of anything, and if she wanted something we were out of she’d leave a note.”
I dart back to the bedroom and grab my clothes off the floor, taking my phone out of my jean pocket and calling her. The clear sound of her ringing phone comes through from Sean’s bedroom. It’s still on the nightstand, where she left it when we got into bed.
I end the call. I wasn’t too worried before, but I am now.
