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He held his breath as he neared, aware that every second was pivotal, each one potentially precarious.
Pressed against the wall with the syringe raised, he was less than a foot from her when she held the device aloft and logged into her Uber app.Even in the half-light of her phone, she was a vision, her pale skin begging to be pierced.
In the end, it was over in a heartbeat.One long stride saw his hand close around her mouth, muffling her cry as the fancy-looking phone smashed to the ground below.He pulled her body against his, holding her there for one blissful second before he plunged the needle into the side of her neck.
By the time he’d glanced around to check they were still alone, she was already wobbly on her feet, her body collapsing into his waiting arms as though they’d never been parted.
Chapter Four
Apocalypse
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HANNAH HEAVED IN Abreath, her eyes flickering open only to close again.Her lids were heavy, unusually so, although she couldn’t remember why.She hadn’t had that much to drink last night, had she?
No.The thought was emphatic in the haze of her blurred senses.I only had one glass of wine, remember?
The thought echoed in her head, forcing her to recall the events of the night before.She’d gone to the restaurant to meet Saul, and the bastard hadn’t shown.She’d been on the phone to Shannon, hadn’t she, ordering an Uber to take her home?She could recollect those moments, the glumness that had resounded in her chest at Saul’s rejection and how she’d resisted Shannon’s offer to come and take her home.She’d been crestfallen, sure, but not drunk.So why was her head so unwilling to cooperate?
“There she is.”A male voice floated from somewhere overhead, interrupting her confusion.“My Sleeping Beauty.”
She froze.
His Sleeping Beauty?
His?
Hannah wasn’t anyone’s.That’s what her alleged date with Saul had been about—taking her first tentative steps out into the world of men since her awful abduction—but she was light years away from being ready for a commitment.
“Who are you?”She forced the words out, but her voice sounded distorted and strange.
Inwardly, she compelled her eyes to open, but this time, they refused to obey.She longed to go back to sleep, to forget whatever foggy drama was transpiring and just rest, but the dread furling in the pit of her belly warned her not to.
Something was wrong.
Instinctively, she knew it.
