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I shake my head slowly. “No. Just those three.”
I want to ask him what happened to the women, to demand an explanation for how they could be sitting next to me one moment and gone the next.
And where did that blinding light come from?
"Good.” He stands, cutting through my unnerving thoughts, and extends his hand to me. "Let’s go."
I stare at his open palm. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere safe.” His fingers twitch, but his voice is calm—too calm. "Take my hand, Darcie."
“How do you know my name?” I ask again. My thoughts may be muddled, but I have enough sense not to ignore the red flag waving in front of my face.
The skin around his eyes tightens. “Because we’ve met before.”
His answer confirms what I’ve been feeling, but how is that possible? Why can’t I remember meeting him?
“When did we meet?”
“I’ll explain everything once we get to safety.” He shifts closer, flexing his hand. “For now, please just trust me.”
I shouldn’t.
It doesn’t matter if recognition tickles the back of my head or that he saved me from the cruel woman’s attack. The fact is, Idon’tknow this man. I shouldn’t go anywhere with him.
But as I look up into his hazel eyes, a sense of calm erases my fears.
Should I risk it?
I’m not sure I have much of a choice.
The moment I place my hand in his, he closes his eyes.
A spark shoots through my hand where our skin meets, the tingling sensation traveling up my arm like an electric current. I gasp and try to pull away, but his grip tightens.
“Do not panic.” His eyes remain closed. “I will not hurt you.”
Another spark jolts through my hand. It’s not painful, but it is startling. The edges of the man’s strong features begin to dull.
“What’s happening?” I try to pull my hand away again, but the man’s hold is too strong. “Stop!”
“You’re going to be fine.” His mouth sets in a determined line. “Trust me, Darcie.”
The haze over my vision isn’t just blurring him—it’s alive,shifting and swirling as if it has a mind of its own. It feels… wrong. Like I’m slipping out of reality.
My eyes dart down. I gasp when I see the unnerving haze also distorts my body.
What in the?—
A powerful force grips me, yanking me into a downward spiral. The world tilts violently, and my stomach lurches as the bathroom floor falls away beneath me. My chest tightens, and the air is ripped from my lungs as I’m tossed into swirling darkness.
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A cloudless bluesky stretches above when my eyes snap open. I’m not sure when I closed them, but it must have been sometime between the sensation of being dragged through the floor and the chaotic tumble of being tossed around like laundry in a dryer.
I gasp for air and try to sit up, only to realize I’m being carried. My head tilts back, my temple pressing against a solid surface. The man from the grocery store bathroom is here, holding me.
Dark stubble shadows his sharp jawline, and his chest and arms are thick with muscle. His chin is lifted, and I can’t get a clear view of his face as he effortlessly carries me, his breathing even and steady.
