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“You promise?”
“I do.” He runs a hand over my body that makes me retch. “The Judge is going to be very happy to know his plan is working.”
I know this man's voice. I wrack my brain until I realise it’s the man from the dinner. What was his name? Gary? Gary Nestor?
I swallow hard. Another hand tugs my phone out of my pocket and drops it. A booted heel crushes it into shards.
Did Darion answer? Did he hear? Will they know I need them? Oh, fuck, I’m sorry.
“Where’s Trin?” I bark out belligerently.
“Right where she should be.” The voice is warm despite our situation. “Being our good little beta slut.”
The fingers bite into my shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make me cry out.
“Stand up slowly.”
I stand up and attempt to turn, but the fingers bite in again with bruising force. The flickering light of the street lamp is bright, but I stare at it and the brick wall. The rubbish on the ground. I stare at the city and keep my head up and my back straight. No matter what happens, I won’t break. I won’t be broken.
“You move when I say you can move.” He growls, and the warmth is gone. “You do as I say you do. You scream, and I kill the bitch or the slut.”
My head is yanked back by my hair. I cry out, feeling like my scalp is being torn off. I look up, and I can’t see the stars, and suddenly, I wish I could. I’m going to do that, I think absently; I’m going to take my alphas to see the stars.
My captor spits out a curse.
“You’re bonded. No matter. I can still get good money for you. You’ve had a nice bounty on your head for weeks now. There’s someone who is desperate to meet you. Says he needs to have the set.”
My eyes widen as I realise the situation I’m in. These aren’t just any thugs, they’re kidnappers, but if I’m right, and I really, really want to be wrong, these are Darion’s targets.
I feel bile race up my throat, and my knees get weak as he tugs me into his chest, his hot breath wafting past my ear. I want to scream. I want to rage. I want my pack.
He chuckles darkly, and then I feel a prick in my neck. A brief flare of pain, and the world melts away, turning into a drippy canvas of wet colours.
I’m sorry.
thirty
Seb
Everything has been going wrong. We should have expected it, but with the sheer volume of preparation we’ve done, I guess I wasn’t. The Gala is tonight, in just a few scant hours, and we are nowhere near ready. I’ve been up since dawn yesterday with a near constant list of issues that need resolving and a pain in my head that throbs and viciously reminds me I need sleep.
Two of our fleet broke down. They were all serviced not even two weeks ago. We’ve had five new attendees suddenly added to the event that we need their identities verified and added to our systems. The drone charger stopped working, and we only discovered it by luck when Alex, one of our office staff, tripped over the cord, spraining his wrist. One of the girls who was going undercover burst into tears, and after forty-five minutes of calming her down, confessed she’d found out she was pregnant and didn’t want to risk anything happening.
I have this queer, itchy feeling in my belly, like something’s not right, but I can’t put my finger on what it is. Missy would know.
I tilt my head back and let out a deep snarl. I just want to see Missy, but I’ve been so busy I haven’t had a chance. I just need to hold her for a moment. I pick up my phone-
Darion throws my door open and glares at me.
“What?” I bark when he just stares at me.
“Where is Lukas?” Darion asks hesitantly.
“Isn’t he with Missy?” A cold chill goes up my spine, and I push to my feet.
“How should I know?” Darion walks in and slams the door hard enough that the frame shakes.
He leans over my desk and reaches out to grip my wrist. I allow it, seeing how close to the edge he is.
