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“Tie him up, get him in the car.”

Fuck no.

I’m not being dragged off for torture. Not leaving Lilah to be auctioned.

The second the weight lifts off my hips, I launch myself at the leader, kneeing him right in the fucking knot. He topples with a groan.

I lunge for Lilah, but arms grab me on both sides.

“Sedate him,” snarls coffee loafers on hands and knees.

I kick, throw my shoulders, but I can’t shake the two, then three, then four guys holding me from breaking free while Lilah’s hauled away.

“Orion!”

Her call breaks me.

Because I can’t protect her.

My impossible, beautiful miracle of a mate.

I can’t even protect myself.

There’s a pinch in my arm, and something cold and chemical takes over my veins.

***

Thirty-Six

LILAH

I know I’m about to die. Not fast, either. When we pass Craig, staring up at the sky through the bloody, ragged hole where his eyes used to be, I’m jealous he got out the easy way.

These bastards will rip me apart.

Unless I rip them apart first.

Two of them toss me in the back of their car. I hit the seat with an oof, face smashing into the leather. The one who pinned me makes a low, throaty growl. “Fuck, I need to taste her.”

He tugs at my pants.

I kick out in panic.

Sweat soaks every layer I’m wearing, and even though my stomach cramps like the period from hell, I’d rather masturbate with a rusty trowel than touch his dirty dick.

“Back off.” The second guy pulls him away. “We can’t take her ‘til we get to the auction. Then we can go ape-shit.”

“Shit, fine.” He throws off the guy’s arm.

They jump in the front, and the driver guns the engine because he’s not wasting a breath between now and when he gets to mount me.

Shuddering, I roll onto my side.

Orion’s out there alone, maybe off to a worse fate than I am.

Focus.

Save myself first, then I can worry about him.

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