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It still felt nearly impossible to open my eyes.

I didn’t want to.

I couldn’t remember the last thing that happened before I went to bed last night.

I frowned a little at the thought.

I couldn’t even remember going to bed last night.

How did I even go to bed?

I felt like there was something important for me to remember, but… what?

Slowly, awareness seeped into my consciousness.

The hotel… the abandoned farmhouse… Braxton… bad men with guns…

Dominic.

I gasped and sat up on the bed quickly, which I regretted right away when my vision spotted in the corners of my eyes, and I felt faint.

I closed my eyes and pulled my legs toward me, hugging them. I leaned forward and buried my face in my knees.

Fuck.

The bastard drugged me.

He drugged me, and he brought me back to his house.

After all I had done, risking my life to save Braxton, this was how he treated me?

My fists clenched as I battled with a barrage of emotions.

Anger, frustration…fear.

God, but I was fucking scared shitless.

Beneath all the other potent emotions I tried to battle through, there was fear, even if I didn’t want to think about it.

Even if I didn’t want to admit to myself just how terrified I was. I did not want to give in to the fear. If I allowed myself to do that, I would be rendered immobile.

I took a deep breath, tears blurring my vision for a brief moment, before I blinked and the room came back into focus once more.

I was in a nice, enormous room.

It looked like a master suite of a house. The décor was done in navy blue and black. The furniture was strong and masculine and simple.

It wasn’t something I would have picked out myself, but it was tasteful in its simplicity. I wondered just who this room belonged to.

I was afraid of the answer.

This didn’t look like a prisoner’s room.

I was on a king-size bed, with dark blue comforters and a thick black blanket.

It was summer, but the house was cool, and I found myself wanting to burrow deep into the covers and go back to sleep. To hide from this reality I suddenly found myself in.

God, what the hell was I supposed to do?

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