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Sebastian nodded and a chilling shadow fell over his eyes. “When you told me about the info that Jordy gave you, I started to wonder. That’s a high-tech tactic that would require a lot of manpower and a lot of technological know-how.”

“Which sounds exactly how the traffickers you’ve been hunting down operate,” I concluded for him. “You think they’re the same people?”

Sebastian idly sorted the information back inside the file, straightening the pages until they were perfectly aligned.

“I hope I’m wrong, or that yourBell ringersare just an extension of the ring Gabe and I brought down that we didn’t catch. But...”

He sighed and slumped behind his desk. Those few words seemed to have taken all his energy to say, and he wasn’t done.

I could already see the connection he was making, so to save him the effort, I finished the explanation for him.

“You think the ring I’m hunting and the ring you’re hunting are both just branches on a much larger tree.”

Taking a deep breath and running both hands through his hair, Sebastian straightened his spine and forced a grin back onto his face.

“Well, maybe I’m wrong. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m just jumping at shadows and seeing threats where they aren’t. This case has driven me half crazy.”

The hair stood up on the back of my neck. Sebastian’s words sounded suspiciously similar to what I’d been thinking about Clay last night. I’d managed to make a few calls today to find out more about the therapist he was visiting, and so far, I didn’t like what I’d found. I still couldn’t say for certain that the doctor was being inappropriate with his patients, but it was enough to raise my suspicions. I’d already arranged with Clay’s brother to have him moved to a different therapist.

If Sebastian’s instincts were as accurate as Clay’s had been, then we couldn’t afford to ignore his ideas just because they were uncomfortable.

“Tell me everything about your case. From the beginning.”

CHAPTER 17

Logan

The body lyingbeneath me was warm and inviting. I buried my face against their neck, feeling the rapid pulse beating against my mouth, and drowning myself in the scent of moonlight, chocolate, and raw desire.

My hand tangled in mid-length hair, tugging at it just hard enough to make the other person moan.

Wait.

I knew that voice.

I pulled back and braced myself on my hands to stare down into familiar blue eyes.

“Clay?”

With the same inviting smile that he’d used when we first met in a San Francisco hotel room, Clay called my name and wrapped his arms around my neck. A thought floated through my mind that I should push him away.

This couldn’t be right.

How was he even here?

Yet, I remained frozen as he pulled me closer. Our lips touched and my restraint crumbled.

I fell into him...

...and woke up gasping among the sweaty tangled sheet of my own bed. The room spun. In the darkness, I swore I could still see Clay’s face looking up at me, making my heart race even after the dream had ended.

One hand hesitantly trailed down my stomach to grip the waistband of my boxers and lift them just enough for me to confirm my suspicions. Evidence of my wet dream stained my thighs and the inside of my boxers, already cooling against my heated skin.

Letting the waistband snap back into place, I collapsed back against my pillow.

“Fuck.”

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