“Eve?” I call her name, and she glances at me.
“I’m fine,” she states, squaring her shoulders.
I storm over to her and grab her upper arms.
Her green eyes meet mine, and I search them, realizing that they’re dilated. I reach up and touch her neck to feel her pulse, and she leans into me. It’s racing and her skin is clammy.
Licking her lips, she softly says, “I’m fine.”
She’s lying.
“Kash?” Haidyn demands, waiting for me to say something.
“He drugged her,” I grind out.
She shakes her head. “No?—”
The man’s laughter interrupts her denial, and I turn around to see Haidyn punch Maxwell in the face, knocking him over. He yanks him up by his shirt and shoves him into the wall at his back.
His laughter just grows. “Why are you mad? I’m sure your friend will let you take your turn with his whore.”
“She’s my sister,” Haidyn barks.
“What?” Ryat’s wide eyes whip to her.
“Sister?” Tyson questions.
Everyone looks from Haidyn to me, but I don’t pay them any attention. My focus is on my wife. She’s practically panting. How did I not notice? I watched them carefully and never saw him put anything in her drink. Tyson even briefed the bartender beforehand so something like this wouldn’t happen.
“Like father like son.” Maxwell’s laughter grows.
I spin around at that, and Haidyn shoves him toward me. I fist my hand and swing, knocking him in the face, and he falls to the floor, rolling to his side, groaning.
“How the fuck do you know my father?” Haidyn shouts, but the guy doesn’t answer.
Sin grabs a chair and rolls it over to me. I help Eve to sit in it; I don’t want her to fall off her heels and hurt herself.
“I’m fine…really.” She’s trying to convince me, but it’s not working.
“What did you give her?” Hooke demands.
“Something that will make her a lot more fun.” Maxwell gives a bloody grin.
“Take her to Devin,” Saint suggests. “Have him push some fluids to get it out of her system.”
“You can try, but that isn’t going to work.” The guy shakes his head.
Haidyn and Ryat start digging through the pockets of his jeans and find an unmarked white dropper bottle.
“And why is that?” I snap as Ryat hands it over to me. I unscrew the lid, holding it above the opening, and pinch it, watching drops fall back into the bottle. It’s thick and has a cloudy tint to it. Definitely not eye drops.
“What the fuck is that?” Ryat wonders.
“It’s a topical. You drop a little piece onto their skin and then they rub it in. Their body soaks it up,” the guy explains.
I step toward him, and Maxwell smiles at me. “Go ahead, strip her naked, tie her up, and let each one of them have their turn, because you won’t be able to satisfy her craving.”
I look over at her sitting in the chair. Her legs are crossed while her knees bounce. Her skin is dewy, eyes heavy.
