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He glares at me. “Keep your eyes and attention on me, and only me,” he orders.

“Okay, bossy pants.”

“Do you know where the Crawley brothers are hiding?” he asks sternly.

I lean forward, keeping my gaze on him. “Nope. Nope. Nope!” I sing. “When can I go home?” I ask.

“What did you see when you were at the Crawleys’ warehouse?” he presses.

“I saw…” I pause. “I saw boobs. So many frickin’ boobs!”

“Boobs?” he asks, his brows furrowing. He almost looks cute like that.

“Yeah. Tits. Tits and nipples.” I chuckle. “One even went in a drink. I didn’t drink that, though.” I shudder.

“What else did you see?” he asks.

“Hmm.” I pause. “Oh, yeah! They shut me in a room with a guy who had some weird injury. It was rotting. Sooo gross.” I mock gag.

“Why did they put you in there with him?” he presses.

“Because they found out I’m a nurse. Some guy with awful breath put me in there,” I sigh.

The room goes quiet for a minute.

“I’m thirsty,” I say, opening and closing my mouth. “And hot. Is it hot in here? Have you turned the heating up?” I pant, sticking my tongue out. I fight the restraints, trying to get them off. “Too hot, too hot,” I breathe. My body feels like it’s burning up.

“Get the restraints off,” he orders.

I feel sweat trickling down my face. As soon as the restraints are gone, I get to my feet and rip at my clothes, unbuttoning and sliding my jeans down my legs before yanking my bodysuit over my head and throwing it across the room.

I turn. The room is spinning, and my vision is blurring as I struggle to focus.

“What the fuck is happening?!” I hear barked.

“Bad trip,” a deep voice answers.

I try to stand still, trying to gain focus. It’s impossible. I’m on fire. My heart is beating like a stampede.

“Can’t breathe,” I gasp. “Hot. Can’t breathe,” I rasp. “I can’t?—”

I grasp at my throat, clawing at my mouth like there’s something there restricting the air around me. It’s too much. My body can’t cope.

The room spins a final time before I fall into darkness.

CHAPTER FIVE

LUCIAN

I pace back and forth,my gaze flickering to Talon working on her. She just stopped breathing.

“What the fuck happened?” I growl.

“She’s fine. Bad trip. Gave herself a panic attack and passed out,” he answers, cool and collected.

I’m anything but.

I made it a mission when I started this club that no women or children would be hurt by our hands. I’ve seen firsthand what monsters our kind can be. I can still hear their desperate screams and begging.