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Squatch pulled the first aid kit and was spraying it up her nose before the words even registered in Zombie’s brain.

“How long before we know if it worked?”

All three men stared at the woman lying on the bed.

CHAPTERTWO

HEIDI

Everything was just…wrong. Literally everything. Even though she couldn’t open her eyes, she knew that somehow.

Everything hurt, and her mouth was drier than the surface of Tatooine.

The overwhelming sense of panic washed over her. She needed to go, and now.

The rumble of male voices drifted through the fog in her brain.

Shit, I’ve got to go, I’ve gotta go.

Her attempt to scramble away was hindered by…pillows?

Softness?

That didn’t make sense. The trunk was dark and hard. She remembered being put in the trunk and Stan telling his men to leave her for those bastards and they’d handle it. Whoever they were. So the bed had to be a trick, unless…

No, he wouldn’t.

“Fuck, just fucking shoot me already.”

Heidi was done. Dee. Oh. In. Ee. Done.

She wasn’t dead yet.

Death was really the only option because the other was truly not an option at all, but she wouldn’t stop fighting.

“Hey, calm down. We’re not going to hurt you. No one is shooting anyone.”

It wasn’t a voice she recognized, but that didn’t mean anything to her foggy brain. All she could think wasescape.

She recoiled instantly when a large hand landed on her knee. Her eyes flew open and clashed with intense brown ones that still managed to look sweet and kind.

However, she would not be fooled by the appearance of kindness ever again. She was in full-on fightthenfly mode.

Heidi jumped up to bolt but was instantly hauled back against a hard-as-steel body that was seated on the bed.

No amount of fighting or screaming seemed to do any good. She was trapped on Brown Eyes’s lap.

“Shit, prez, she’s like a rabid badger,” another voice she didn’t recognize commented.

“She’s just scared and coming off whatever opioid you just reversed in her system. If she’s an addict, she might be withdrawing too, for all we know. What’s Joanie’s ETA?”

An addict?

The accusation caused a stutter in her attempt to flee. It was bad enough being held against a rock-hard chest she couldn’t get away from, but to be thought of as an addict?

If he didn’t have her arms pinned to her side, she’d claw his brown eyes out and see just how long he held on after that.

“You can tell Stan to go fuck himself with a STHIL 250.”

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