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The feel of her hand on his throat…

He tried to remember the burn of her touch but could only recall the sensation that it wasTallywho was touching him. What he wouldn’t give to be standing before her again. To see that little smile he adored so much when she felt his presence, even at a distance, in the same room with her.

The door opened. Scar wouldn’t have even looked over at them, lost in his head as he was, except the two doctors were in more of a hurry entering than normal. His eyes widened, and for a moment he wondered what hallucinogens the doctors had put into his IV, because there was no fucking way Tessa and Sissy just walked into his prison cell!

“Before you ask, Tally sent us,” Sissy snapped, rushing towards him.

Tally!What the fuck? How did Tally even know about theVia Daemonia? And even if she did, why the fuck would she sendSissy and Tessa? They weren’t soldiers. How the fuck had they even gotten into Primis? How did they know anything about Primis?

“Be mad at us later,” Sissy said in a hurried voice. Her cheeks were red from exertion but her eyes, so like her father’s, were clouded with worry. “We don’t have much time.”

As Sissy started looking for how to undo the manacles on his wrists and ankles, Tessa went to work in disconnecting the catheter in his arm. The petite blonde leaned over him, her blue eyes filled with concern behind her glasses. “You look like shit,” she told him. Happiness and concern warred on her features. There was a tear in her eye as she looked down at him, like she couldn’t believe her eyes that she was really seeing him. “Do you know what they gave you?”

Scar tried to shake his head, but the electric jolt froze him in place. What the fuck were they doing here? They needed to leave!

The door came crashing open, making Tessa and Sissy jump. Fear gripped Scar, knowing he was useless to protect them still bolted down as he was, but the intruder wasn’t a Primis mercenary. It was Angel!

The five-foot-eight former Army sniper wasn’t dressed like a doctor as Tessa and Sissy were. She was in black fatigues with the Primis logo on the sleeve below her left shoulder. The holster at her side was empty, her gun pointed outside the door into the hallway. “We got company! Let’s move!”

Echoes of a fight rang out in the hall. Who the hell else was here? Why had they come for him?

“I can’t get these manacles off of him!” Sissy exclaimed in a panic. “And if he moves, they electrocute him!”

“There must be a switch.” Tessa was slightly calmer than Sissy, but not by much. The rush of the ER likely prepared her for keeping her fears under control, but the madness of an ER was far different than storming enemy headquarters. “Maybe a way to short them out, but I don’t even see any wires!”

Silence fell in the hallway. Angel lowered her gun, but didn’t holster it. A moment later, Scissors walked in, dragging an unconscious guard’s body behind her. “There’s two more in the hall,” she told Angel. Her Afro was tied down into a low bun and she was wearing the same black outfit as Angel.

“Got it,” Angel said before heading out.

Scissors dropped the guard, none too gently. “What’s going on, babe?” she asked Sissy as she approached her fiancée. Despite their location and dire situation, Scissors draped an arm around Sissy’s waist under the white lab coat she was wearing and kissed Sissy on her cheek.

Scar glared at the woman. Why the fuck would she allow Sissy to come here? What the fuck had she been thinking?

Scissors noticed Scar’s glare and rolled her eyes. Then informed him as if he was supposed to understand how it even remotely related to their current situation, “I happen to like orgasms.”

Sissy’s cheeks heated as she explained the issue to Scissors. Everything in Scar silently ordered Scissors to take Tessa and Sissy out of there, but the woman blatantly ignored him. She ducked under the table that bound him.

“Still got that taser I gave you?”

Sissy reached inside her lab coat pocket and pulled out a small black taser. It could have been mistaken for a flashlight. She handed it down to Scissors, who was still under the table.

Scar could not believe his eyes. Sissy had come into a highly armed building with a fuckingtaseras protection?

Something clanged under the table. A moment later, Scar’s body lurched as another bolt of electricity ran through him. It lasted only a few seconds. As Angel walked back in, dragging another guard, the table under Scar shook and then the metal manacles strapped to his wrists, ankles, and forehead snapped open.

Scissors popped back up, a cocky smile on her ebony face. She slipped the taser back inside Sissy’s coat pocket, obviously copping a feel as she did.

Scar fought to sit up. He’d been forced to lay flat on his back for so long that his muscles rebelled against the notion of moving. Tessa reached for him, but he recoiled away from her touch.

Her blue eyes narrowed. “With or without my assistance, you are walking out of here, Scar. Choose.”

When Scar did not move, Tessa took a step back. He worked himself off of the table, his legs screaming as they accepted his weight for the first time. He had to catch himself on the edge of the table to keep from toppling over.

Tessa watched him closely but did not move to touch him again. “Based on a visual examination, you’re malnourished. Multiple contusions and lacerations that could indicate internal bleeding. You’re missing multiple finger- and toenails. Your nose is broken. Fuck, Scar, you’re a mess. How are you even standing right now?”

He’d had worse. Stepping forward, he had to grit his teeth against the sudden nausea that rose up. His eyes landed on a stainless steel table directly in front of him against the white wall. He’d never noticed it before because he hadn’t been able to move more than his eyeballs.

On top were ten scalpels, a pair of pliers, and a bone saw. The fact that there was blood on multiple of the scalpels and the tips of the pliers did not stop him from picking them up. They were not walking out of here with only a taser for protection.

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