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Reese’s melted chocolate smile floods me with a different kind of heat. “Blow on it?”
I wobble.
He’s okay.
Everything’s okay as long as they’re okay.
Dutch drops behind me, steadying me between his knees. “If anyone’s getting blown—”
“Can you walk?” I hold my spinning forehead.
“Solly?” Dutch hugs my hips. “What’s wrong?”
“Tranq. I—”
“You were hit?” Reese snaps upright. “Where? Show me.”
“No time.” I brush off the growly alphas. “We need to find Bish and Jin and take cover. Just pick me up if I start to go down.”
I’ve been sedated enough to know the drill. I hold my temple, determined to stay clear-headed and protect the guys, but even though my sight fuzzes to shit, I’m nowhere near blacking out.
It should only take seconds if the dose was tailored for me.
Either Doctor Brandon brewed the wrong recipe, or pumping myself full of fake pheromones jacked up my tolerance for seedy chemicals.
I don’t care why, as long as I’m still a threat.
“I’ll carry you.” Reese moves to pull me onto his back. Like my contact high is a more serious problem than his bullet hole.
“Tourniquet.” I smack Reese’s fingers. His wound isn’t fatal, but I’m not leaving him bleeding.
Dutch passes me a rope from his belt. I loop it around Reese’s upper arm until it’s tight enough to cut his circulation. Then, I’m finally sane enough to check the area.
Elyse isn’t moving—hope she never does again—but even though her eyes are shut?
Her body cam blinks at me.
Awareness claws my spine.
Shit. How could I forget about the cameras?
“Run.” I push Dutch and Reese ahead of me.
Before I can flex my scent, I taste fake sugar on the wind.
Zzp zzp zzp zzp zzp zzp zzp zzp!
Darts fly thick as mosquitoes. One pings my chest plate. Another grazes my arm, but doesn’t pierce my sleeve.
I try to dodge.
Never fast enough.
My thigh stings when a hot needle pierces my quad. Heat flashes from the spot, washing through my arteries. I pluck it out, but another dart pierces my hand. My fingers deaden.
Sedatives surge until the world drags.
Reese and Dutch roar, until they don’t.
