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“W-what?”
Zeus tossed his phone onto the bed beside me.
I stared at it.
There were texts from my mates—from the phone I’d left. Demands like,What do you want? Are you looking for a payout?,orWe will negotiate for her return.
Zeus lingered on one of the few replies he’d sent:I’ve grown attached to her, you know? It’s got to be good.There were more from them below.
We’re willing to negotiate if you don’t hurt her or touch her.Tell us what you want.Name it. It’s yours, but return her unharmed.
These texts had gone back… I scrolled… they were endless. They’d been asking for me since the moment I’d been taken.
They wanted me back?
Instead of relief, I felt a twisted, sick panic at that.
It had to be a trick. I’d already… I let go of that possibility, I’d had to. I didn’t know how to hold onto it anymore.
Zeus’s knuckle brushed my cheek, and I jumped. “It’s Triton who was harmed, though, not you. Do you think I should up your price—just for damages?”
“Th-there’s still a price?” My voice was hoarse, but that was all I could focus on.
They were trying to get me back—if it wasn’t another cruel prank.
“There is, but I need to know those mates of yours are serious this time,” he mused. “That they understand how close I am to keeping you.”
But… what Triton had just said… What if the price was about Drake? I… Icouldn’tlet Drake near this pack ever again.
Zeus’s fist closed around my arm, and he shoved me onto the bed. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
I was winded, the blow still making it hard to breathe. Then Zeus was on top of me, his weight pinning me down.
Panic blitzed by every other instinct, and I opened my mouth to scream, but then his phone was in my face once more.
He was recording.
Drake…Drake was going to see this.I couldn’t let him see how scared I was.
I was disoriented as he shot the video, panic and fury mingling as he taunted me, choking me for my mates to see.
Finally, it was over. Zeus’s weight had vanished, and I curled up, trying to process what he’d said in the video.
Wasthere a chance for me?
“I need to knowjusthow committed they are, and I intend to make them sweat. But on the bright side,” I jumped as he leaned close and pressed a kiss to my temple, his voice a low murmur, “maybe you didn’t fuck up so badly after all.”
Fresh tears blossomed in my eyes. I didn’t know what to do with hope right now. It was too much.
But how?
How was it possible?
Was it Drake—fighting for me?
I wanted him so badly, and this time, the thought of him was impossible to push away. His blackcurrant wine scent, and the safety of his arms around me.
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