Page 99 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

I close the screen. I can’t handle hearing her voice while Elliot’s bleeding and Julian just killed someone for me.

“They’re out,” I say. My voice is flat. “The files dropped. Fuller’s name is all over them. So are Emily's and the other girls.”

Julian’s grip tightens. “Good.”

Elliot doesn’t open his eyes. “I knew my plan would work.”

I turn my head and look at him.

Elliot’s face is wrecked. He still gives me that half smirk with a bloodied lip and swollen eye. How it manages to piss me off and turn me on at the same time, I will never understand.

“You almost died in there,” my voice squeaks out.

“Yeah.” He turns to me. “But I didn’t.”

His hand finds my thigh again. His movements are so weak that even curling his fingers against me takes effort.

“You came anyway,” he mumbles. “Even after I left you that note not to.”

“Fuck you for telling me to stay put.”

He laughs then immediately hisses at the pain.

Julian shifts beside me. His free hand comes up, gentle, and brushes the hair out of my face with the back of his fingers.

I smack it away.

“You fucking drugged me.” The words tear out of me, loud and broken. “Again. And were you really going to make a deal with the Eligere?”

The truck goes quiet except for the low rumble of the engine and Bash’s music up front.

Julian doesn’t flinch.

“Babydoll, I know you’re mad.”

I scoff. “Mad doesn’t even begin to touch it.” Even as I’m yelling at him, I put my hand in his again. I’m still mad, but I could have lost him. So, for this moment, I’m going to hang on tight.

“I’m going to fucking kill you for that,” Elliot says.

His head jerks up from my shoulder too fast, and he immediately groans, one hand pressing to his side.

“What the fuck, Julian?” Cal says, twisting around in the front seat to look at him. “You did what?”

Julian’s jaw tightens.

“I gave you something to make you sleep,” he says quietly. “You would have stormed right into the warehouse, Ettie.”

“I did storm right into the warehouse,” I snap.

“And it could have been so much worse.” He looks at me with concern, and it makes my heart hurt. “I was trying to fix it the only way I knew how.”

“And how exactly was that?”

He blows out a breath.

I brace myself, because whatever he is about to say is really going to piss me off.

“In exchange for Fuller to be taken down, and you and Elliot to go free, I made a deal to become an unbound and full-time surgeon for the Eligere.”