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“Get your male and get the hell away from our people,” Crew shouted. “If you stay, we’ll take it as an act of aggression.”
Snapping into motion, Levi and Weston took Silas down from the fence and the trio carried his body into the woods.
Grey lifted Tatum into the passenger seat of the truck and she sagged against the seat with a groan. He cupped her face, emotion rising inside him like a tidal wave. Her eyes went out of focus and her brow furrowed.
“Baby? Are you okay?”
“I’m… I don’t know,” she said, her voice slurring. “Dizzy.”
He inhaled and picked up a chemical smell. “I think they used chloroform. The effects should go away soon, but we’ll call Doc Paula just to be sure. Are you hurt?”
She blinked a few times. “No.”
“Good.” He rested his head gently against hers and shuddered. “Shit, Tatum, I thought I lost you.”
“Is Mrs. Fielder okay?”
“We didn’t check. We can stop at the library and make sure.”
“What if she called the police?”
“We’ll deal with it, don’t worry,” Grey said.
But he was suddenly very fucking worried. The last thing they needed was human police involvement.
Crew came over. “How are you, Tatum?”
She hummed.
“She’s coming out from the drugging. We need to check on Mrs. Fielder at the library.”
“Let’s head there now,” Crew said. “If she called the police, we’ll come up with a reasonable explanation for things and keep them from trying to do any investigations.”
Grey nodded, trusting his alpha to come up with whatever story would work for them.
They split up into the two vehicles, Ford riding in the back seat with Grey and Tatum. “I’m glad you’re okay, Tatum,” Ford said.
“Thank you for fighting with Grey,” she said, sounding more like herself.
“That’s what the herd does.”
Grey nodded, squeezing the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He was so pissed that Tatum had been taken, but he was damn thankful to get her back safely.
“That guy is dead? The one who took me?” she asked with a quiet voice.
“Yeah. He was Colton’s right-hand male,” Grey said. He didn’t feel guilty for taking his life. Stallions would do whatever was necessary to keep their soulmates safe, and Grey would kill him all over again if he had the chance.
“Why won’t Colton leave the herd alone?”
“I don’t know,” Grey said. “Hopefully, losing his second-in-command is enough for him to realize he needs to stay the hell away from us.”
“That’s the hope,” Ford said, “but Colton seems to be a full-blown asshole so there’s no telling what he’s capable of.”
Grey took Tatum’s hand and squeezed it.
When they reached the library parking lot, Ford got out of the truck and Grey undid his and Tatum’s seatbelts and pulled her close. She broke down, sobbing in his arms as the fear over what could have happened seemed to hit home for her. Grey’s eyes stung with tears because he knew just how close he’d come to losing her. Colton was unhinged and his males were clearly as delusional as him, thinking nothing of abducting and drugging a stallion’s mate for some damn territory.
He held her close until she stopped crying, then brushed the tears from her cheeks. “I love you, sweetheart. I would move heaven and earth to keep you safe, and I’m so sorry that you were taken and hurt.”
