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I can’t let her go.

I’ll keep her by my side, no matter what it takes.

I know it’s time to do something she won’t like. I can only hope she won’t realize what I’ve done.

I tuck her body in front of mine, and she snuggles into me. The feel of her pert ass pressing against my cock is almost hot enough to make me hard again, but my apprehension over what will happen next is more powerful than my budding lust.

I open the nightstand drawer and grab the bottle of massage oil.

“You don’t have to give me a massage,” she says, voice low and husky in the wake of her orgasm. “Just hold me.”

“I want to touch you,” I murmur against her shoulder, nuzzling her hair back to expose her creamy skin.

She lets out a happy sigh and compliantly rolls onto her front to give me better access.

I warm the oil between my palms and start to work the tension out of her neck and shoulders. She melts beneath my hands, her eyes sliding closed on a low groan of satisfaction.

My dick pulses despite my worry over what I’m about to do to her.

I can’t lose her, I reason.

I won’t allow anyone to separate us. Not ever.

Ensuring her eyes are still closed, I reach into the open drawer and retrieve what I need: a syringe.

I start alternating kneading her shoulders with my hands and scraping then with my teeth, giving her little bites to lull her into accepting light pain without overthinking it.

Then I slip the needle in.

Her eyes open.

Fuck!

I trap her in place with my other hand on her nape and inject the drugs.

Her lashes flutter, and she sucks in a shocked gasp.

Then she’s pulled under, and her body goes limp.

My stomach churns.

If she wakes up and remembers this…

I toss the fear away. It’s too late to take it back. All I can do is hope the drugs will prevent her from forming a memory of the last few seconds.

I had to do this. She never would’ve accepted the tracker otherwise.

She doesn’t have to know that I’ll be able to find her anywhere on Earth.

I was torn apart from Karolina for five agonizing years.

I’ll never be separated from her again.

8

RAND

Itake a few minutes to hold Karolina, pretending she’s sleeping peacefully in my arms.