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I found myself staring into the face of my carbon copy. “No, I’m really not.”

My heart froze in my chest. “What have you done with him?”

She shoved me into the bathroom before slipping inside. “I need to borrow your clothes,sis.”

I scrambled to steady myself onto my feet. “I won’t ask you again. Where the hell is D—”

I didn’t even get my question out, though, because the second I righted myself long enough to face her, the last thing I saw was her fist.

Then my entire world went dark.

19

DANTE

I closed the bathroom door behind me and waited. I stared down the hallway, watching. Waiting. If she had seen us, then she had seen Brielle, which meant I had to get her somewhere safe. Somewhere with no back exit. Somewhere behind a locked door.

Like the bathroom.

Click.

“’Atta, girl,” I murmured, pushing off the wall.

“Attention everyone,” I said as I strode down the hallway, “we have lift-off. I repeat, we have lift-off. Copy?”

“Copy,” Rocker said.

“Copy,” Locker said.

“Position?” Wolf asked.

“North-face, the bar. She’s wearing a—”

“I’ve got eyes on her,” Rocker said quickly. “Near the stage, left of the band.”

“I’m headed your way from the backside,” Wolf said.

I halted my tracks as I stood at the entrance back into the ballroom. “Be on alert. We can’t allow her to leave, nor can we allow her to cause a disturbance. Got it?”

“Got it,” everyone said in unison.

“Rocker, you still got eyes?” I asked.

“No, she slipped backstage. Pursuing now.”

“I’ll follow around and catch that other exit back there,” Wolf said, panting.

“And whatever you guys do, do not panic,” I said curtly.

I watched Wolf part the crowd as he headed for the stage, but I stuck to the perimeter. I walked along the outer edge of the room, keeping a keen eye trained toward the stage. This woman was trained. She knew how to duck and run like a professional, which meant I had to treat her like one.

“Rocker?” I asked.

“Still no visual,” he said gruffly.

My gaze panned toward the kitchen. “Is there anything that links the kitchen with the back of the stage?”

“Not that I can see,” Rocker said.