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The nurse backed wide eyed into the corner.
Agent Zuri, with her gun still drawn on me, smiled, amused at me. “I suppose with what you’ve been through, I’d understand that.” Her amused smile was pissing me the fuck off as she continued. “I hate to do this to you, Reynolds, but I see we’re going to have to do this the hard way.”
As the words came out of her mouth, I growled and shoved a heart monitor at the male agent and lunged forward towards her, but I didn't make it two steps before I felt a sharp sting sink into my chest.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” I growled, as I blacked out.
* * *
I blinkedas light started to filter through my eyelids.
Fuck.
My head was pounding as I struggled to get my bearings. I instinctively reached up and rubbed my chest where I’d been hit. The simple action made me realize I wasn’t strapped down.
Odd but good.
I lifted my shirt to inspect where I’d been hit. A tranquilizer dart bruise was starting to form where I’d felt the sting.
I flicked my eyes around. They’d tranq’d me, not shot me. It surprised me.
They hadn't killed me yet.
What the fuck is this?
It was a relief finding myself not being chained or strapped down, but I was equally panicked about being locked up again. Equally panicked that I wasn’t with Emma. If they hadn’t taken her too, she’d be a sitting duck when she came out of surgery with no one to keep her safe.
“Agent Reynolds.” The voice came crackling through the speaker into the room. “I’m going to come in, and I’d really like to have a conversation with you. But Iwillhave you tranq’d again if I have to.”
I blew out a breath and cocked my head at the camera in the corner of the room. The red light on this security camera blinked evenly, no sign of Emma’s morse code loop. That was one piece of information. I was likely in a different building now.
I backed up and leaned on the wall farthest from the door, putting my hands up in mock surrender. I glanced at my left hand and noticed it had been put into a cast while I was under. I took a moment to take that fact in, knowing that was another odd but good sign.
“Agent Zuri.” I said sarcastically as she stepped into the room. The door clicked shut behind her, and she leaned against the wall next to the door, gun now obviously holstered to her hip, for easy access.
We watched each other for a moment, each taking each other in, gathering data. I realized she was surprisingly young for someone in her position. If she was from the agency, I’d never seen her before.
She wore her dark coiled hair parted down the middle and pulled back, slicked away from her face, the ends of her full pony tail gently swayed and bounced as she moved. Her caramel skin and somewhat innocent face was quite beautiful, though I could tell by the cool, calculated look in her sharp eyes that underestimating her would be a mistake.
She stood unfazed, confidently taking an equal assessment of me.
I smiled wickedly at her, letting her know that I could cross the room and snap her delicate little neck before she even thought about getting the door open.
She gave me a look back that said she would fill me full of lead if I tried.
I smirked, knowing even if she emptied her clip into my chest, I’d still have time to break her in half before I went down.
Her eyes narrowed, and I knew she understood the threat. It was clear, my expression, though silent, might as well have been screaming the words into the air for her to hear audibly.
She finally spoke. “This may come as a huge shock to you, Mason, but I’m actually on your side.” She said evenly.
“Oh, really?” I asked. I didn’t dare ask about Emma, hoping they hadn’t nabbed her from the hospital, hoping that she still had a chance of escaping. I was sure they knew she was there, but on the off chance they didn’t, I wasn’t giving anything away.
“Miss Mitchell is out of surgery.” She tossed out, but she watched me like a hawk gauging my reaction.
Fucking Hell. They know about Emma.
“We have a lot to talk about, you and I.” She motioned to the table. “Why don’t we have a seat?”
