He glares at me. “Keep your eyes and attention on me, and only me,” he orders.
“Okay, bossy pants.”
“Do you know where the Crawley brothers are hiding?” he asks sternly.
I lean forward, keeping my gaze on him. “Nope. Nope. Nope!” I sing. “When can I go home?” I ask.
“What did you see when you were at the Crawleys’ warehouse?” he presses.
“I saw…” I pause. “I saw boobs. So many frickin’ boobs!”
“Boobs?” he asks, his brows furrowing. He almost looks cute like that.
“Yeah. Tits. Tits and nipples.” I chuckle. “One even went in a drink. I didn’t drink that, though.” I shudder.
“What else did you see?” he asks.
“Hmm.” I pause. “Oh, yeah! They shut me in a room with a guy who had some weird injury. It was rotting. Sooo gross.” I mock gag.
“Why did they put you in there with him?” he presses.
“Because they found out I’m a nurse. Some guy with awful breath put me in there,” I sigh.
The room goes quiet for a minute.
“I’m thirsty,” I say, opening and closing my mouth. “And hot. Is it hot in here? Have you turned the heating up?” I pant, sticking my tongue out. I fight the restraints, trying to get them off. “Too hot, too hot,” I breathe. My body feels like it’s burning up.
“Get the restraints off,” he orders.
I feel sweat trickling down my face. As soon as the restraints are gone, I get to my feet and rip at my clothes, unbuttoning and sliding my jeans down my legs before yanking my bodysuit over my head and throwing it across the room.
I turn. The room is spinning, and my vision is blurring as I struggle to focus.
“What the fuck is happening?!” I hear barked.
“Bad trip,” a deep voice answers.
I try to stand still, trying to gain focus. It’s impossible. I’m on fire. My heart is beating like a stampede.
“Can’t breathe,” I gasp. “Hot. Can’t breathe,” I rasp. “I can’t?—”
I grasp at my throat, clawing at my mouth like there’s something there restricting the air around me. It’s too much. My body can’t cope.
The room spins a final time before I fall into darkness.
CHAPTER FIVE
LUCIAN
I pace back and forth,my gaze flickering to Talon working on her. She just stopped breathing.
“What the fuck happened?” I growl.
“She’s fine. Bad trip. Gave herself a panic attack and passed out,” he answers, cool and collected.
I’m anything but.
I made it a mission when I started this club that no women or children would be hurt by our hands. I’ve seen firsthand what monsters our kind can be. I can still hear their desperate screams and begging.
