“You think those marks on your throat mean anything? They’re a stupid, savage custom designed to shame the woman who was bitten into staying with the man who bit her. They don’t mean a damn thing.”
I stumble over some rocks and use the chance to smear a piece of chocolate on the wall.
The tunnel seems pretty straight, but I don’t know what else I can do.
I’m not going to win a fight against a gun.
He wants me alive, to deliver me to some guy he knows.
My stomach churns at the thought of that.
I need to get away from him.
It’s not going to happen in this tunnel.
I need to wait until we get out of here.
“Who are you taking me to?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” he says.
I guess I will.
Chapter One Hundred-Thirty
Jay
The torture of waiting for information from Owen while I watch over my sedated mates and Falcon rushes off to go hunt for Robin is completely gut-wrenching.
“This doesn’t make sense,” Owen says.
“What doesn’t make sense?” I ask.
“That detective stepped off the elevator and knocked on the door to your suite, then she left and got in the elevator with Robin.”
“She’s the one who kidnapped Robin? The detective?”
“She didn’t come into the building. She didn’t leave, either.”
“You’re telling me they’re still inside the building?”
“It seems like it. I can’t pick them up on any other cameras. It doesn’t make sense.”
Shayne groans, and I move back to his side.
“Robin?” he asks, as he starts to sit up.
“She was kidnapped, by that detective.”
“Fuck,” Shayne swears. “The food had something in it.”
He gets up, swaying a bit.
“Sedatives, I assume,” I tell him.
“Who are you speaking to? Is Falcon out looking for her?”
“Owen, and yeah, he is. She left a chocolate trail, maybe.”
