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Slowly sliding off the bed, my feet touched the floor as I grabbed my cell phone to see what time it was. It read three in the afternoon. I couldn’t believe I slept that long. I told my men to give us some privacy and not bother me unless they had news.

Grabbing my gym shorts off the floor, I stepped into them. “Duchess?” I announced as I walked into the living room.

She wasn’t there either. I looked in the kitchen and all around the safe house, still coming up empty.

“The fuck?” I whispered to myself, confused about where she could be. “Sloan?” I shouted, walking out onto the balcony to see if she was somewhere outside on the property.

It didn’t take long for panic to set in, especially after my men said they hadn’t seen her. Moving quickly, I grabbed my cell phone and called her.

It went straight to voicemail.

Uncontrollable fear ran through my blood, making it cold. At that moment, I knew in my gut…

In my heart.

In my soul.

I knew it had something to do with me.

The pain.

The turmoil.

It didn’t come close to comparing to what I felt for the next twenty-four hours trying to find her… And she was nowhere to be found.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

SLOAN

My eyes fluttered open, and all I saw was darkness.

Big.

Empty.

Darkness.

I wasn’t just scared. I was fucking terrified. I lay there in a state of shock and waited…

Silently praying I’d make it out of this alive.

LUKE

Three days.

Three fucking days and I had yet to hear from or find Sloan. It was as if she just disappeared, and the longer it took, the less chance I’d find her unscathed. It was a tale as old as time—use your loved ones against you. It was textbook shit, and I still put her in the line of fire, fully aware this might happen.

Especially after I started collecting souls.

I should have known better.

All of this shit was my fault. My mind began to spiral on an endless loop.

If she was hurt…

If she was alive…

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