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My eyes snapped open at the thought, but I immediately regretted it. My head was pounding and being able to see just made it worse. And that swaying. What was going on with that swaying?
Wait.
Things started to come back to my memory and I straightened up. I’d been in that shed with the blond girl, having the most amazing sex of my life—despite the men I knew were outside, chasing us. I hadn’t been able to help it. She’d been intoxicating in a way I’d never experienced, and I’d needed her so badly it was overwhelming.
I’d had the thought that I must have been drugged. It was the only way to explain my actions.
Then we’d heard noise outside. Her glowing hands. My gun. The door opening and those enormous men coming in.
Then darkness.
I narrowed my eyes to a more manageable opening and looked around, trying to fit those memories into my current reality. It was dark here, with no sign of any furniture. Musty walls, a bunch of rope on one of them. A lantern hanging overhead, swaying slightly with the motion of the room.
The motion of the room.
I was on a boat.
A quick check of my body told me that aside from my aching head, nothing was wrong. All bones seemed to be whole and intact. Nothing stung like it had been cut, and when I glanced at the floor I didn’t see any blood. I wasn’t broken or bleeding. So that was good.
But I was tied up, and on a boat, and I knew enough about how the underworld worked to realize that those weren’t good things. Men in my world sent their prisoners to the boats when they wanted to get rid of someone without leaving a body, and generally when they wanted to do something to that person before they let them die. The Rossi family had never used boats for that sort of thing, but I knew plenty of families that did.
Evidently the Angelis family believed in that whole send-your-victims-to-the-boats philosophy.
I might not be broken or bleeding yet, but that didn’t mean I was safe.
Right.
I steadied myself, took a deep breath, and tried to stand up. My legs refused to obey me. When I tried again, putting all my focus into it, I managed to get to my feet... but immediately fell over. Shit. I felt like my body had forgotten how to accomplish basic tasks. Standing up? No go. Which was going to make running really, really hard.
Dammit.
Cussing softly to myself, I adjusted my hands so I could reach my back pocket, where I always kept my phone. If I couldn’t run, I was going to need some help, and that meant I needed Joseph to call in the cavalry. No, I didn’t know where I was, but Joseph tracked my phone as a matter of business. He could find me.
He just needed to know to do it.
But my phone wasn’t in my pocket. Because of course it wasn’t. Would he track me anyhow? We had a protocol in the family that called for tracking anyone once they’d been gone a full day, but I had no idea how long I’d been out. If it had only been hours...
He’d have no way of knowing I was in trouble. Fuck, he probably thought I was still at the party, and as far as I knew, my phone was still there, sitting uselessly in the garden. Or whoever kidnapped me had thrown it overboard into the water.
In which case I was on my own.
Terrific. On my own with a body that had been drugged and wasn’t capable of responding to my demands. No allies and no idea where I was.
I never should have gone to that party.
Although if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met the girl—or seen the glowing room which had evidently landed me in hot water.
I was getting ready to explore the thought of the girl—and the idea that she hadn’t wanted me captured and might be on her way to free me—when the door flew open and a short, stocky man came in. An ugly grin covered his face and he had a bag in his hands.
I didn’t have to ask to know what was in that bag.
I’d seen this man before, and things had just gone from bad to much, much worse.
Chapter 12
natasha
I raced down the street, my body still transparent and my wings spread in the night air. Yes, this was a bad idea. Yes, anyone might catch the glimmer of a streetlight on my feathers or see a reflection of the glow coming off my skin.
