Page 46 of The Hunted
If Layla was conspiring with Roman, I would do much worse to her than I’d done to Rianne.
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LAYLA
Irepeated the word “murder” in my head a thousand times as I thrashed around like a fish out of water. The asshole vampire doctor had strapped me to the bed like an animal.
“Let me out of this!” My heart rate was off the charts as I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Dr. Vieira waltzed in, hands in his lab-coat pockets, his light-brown hair mussed as though he’d just been through a windstorm. “You must calm down, Layla. You’re going to pass out if you don’t.” He kept his distance.
I bared my teeth, and for a split second, I had to question if I was still human. “Get me out of these.”
“I will when I’m comfortable that you won’t attack me again. And I can’t have you running out of here. Otherwise, the guards will act accordingly.”
In all fairness to him, he was trying to help. Hell, I didn’t know how long ago I’d passed out. It seemed like years had gone by. Still, when I’d woken up thirty minutes ago and laid eyes on him again, I’d gone batshit crazy. Dr. Vieira was the same man who I’d seen in my visions, the one who had jabbed a needle into Rianne. I swore I was dreaming. I had to be. I was human. I didn’t have visions.
“Where is Sam? I want to see him.” I wanted to murder him then feed his body parts to a bear. He was responsible for whatever was happening to me.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Dr. Vieira said in a tempered tone.
“Maybe not, but I don’t trust you.”
“You trust Sam?” An undercurrent of shock resided in his tone.
A wild laugh burst free. “Hell no. But I would feel better kicking his ass than yours. Where’s Jo, then?” I did trust Jo.
He looked over his shoulder as though he’d heard something. “Jo had to step out.” Then he spun on his heel and left, not bothering to close the door.
Rather than expend my energy, I took in several calming breaths. I wanted to save my fury for Sam.
Voices hummed outside the room. I listened intently, trying to discern if one of them was Sam’s. But I had something else on my mind. I searched around for my phone but came up empty. For all I knew, it had been days since Dowell had called.
Daylight filtered through the blinds as flakes of snow fluttered by. It had been snowing when I’d arrived. Maybe only hours had passed. Regardless, I had to get off this base. If I stayed any longer, I would be a nutcase, and no way was I spending the night surrounded by vampires.
I tugged on the restraints, swearing like a sailor and conjuring up a plan to carve up Sam like a pumpkin. I was in this predicament because of him.
It’s your fault,my subconscious returned.
I snarled as the leather restraints dug into my skin. I inhaled deeply, staving off the need to cry or panic even more than I already had.
I listened again to the voices outside the room, and this time, I detected Sam’s voice.
“Sam Mason.” I sneered. “I know you’re out there. You better get your ass in here.”
I blew out a breath, forcing my heartbeat to slow. Rianne and Jordyn needed me. I couldn’t pass out again. I had to play nice.
But nice went out the window when Sam swaggered in wearing a sinful grin, seemingly thrilled to see me tied down. “Mmm.” He swept his gaze over me, and my freaking body tingled. “This is giving me all kinds of ideas.”
I popped forward, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach and the pulsing need pounding between my legs. “Take. These. Off. Me.” I delivered each word with venom.
He crossed massive arms over an impressively muscled chest, looking all stealthy in his black uniform with daggers strapped to his legs, his black-as-night hair tied in a low ponytail, and those freaking forest-green eyes sparkling like he was having too much fun. “Now, Layla. That’s not how to get what you want.”
I eyed one of the daggers, remembering he had my family heirloom. “What I want is to use one of those weapons you have strapped to you to slice every limb off your body and feed it to the crows.”
That smugness he exuded multiplied. “You could try.”
Arrogant asshole.“You know, I just realized something. I’m going to enjoy killing you when you lose that bet you so confidently slapped on the table. I mean, if you keep me chained, I win. Right?”
