She rubbed her temple tiredly. Shit.
“We can discuss this later. Once you’re feeling better,” he stated, picking her up and placing her on the bed.
He took it as a sign of how bad she was feeling that she didn’t argue.
“This isn’t necessary,” she said.
“You’re dehydrated,” North stated.
“You’ll feel better once you have the IV,” Jared told her.
“No, I won’t.” She attempted to move away from North, across the bed.
“What’s wrong?” North asked. “There’s nothing in here that will harm you.”
“Says the man who loves to drug me.”
“That was only once. Twice,” he amended.
“Twice?” Jared questioned.
“He gave me sedatives to make me sleep once I was here.”
North shrugged. “You needed to sleep. I did what was necessary.”
24
Lord help her.
If she killed this man would she end up in hell?
She really didn’t think so. How was he so . . . so . . . exasperating?
What was necessary? Really? The two of them seemed to think that she’d been in some sort of imminent danger. She’d been fine. North hadn’t rescued her from a precarious situation.
He’d stolen her. And he needed to take her back.
Right.
Back to your lonely existence. Where all you could do was dream about having someone care about you like Zander does Keira.
Well, yeah, but she’d never wanted a Zander, had she? The life he led was too dangerous.
She’d always wanted a . . . a John or Bob or Terry.
Those guys didn’t lead dangerous, scary lives. They wouldn’t threaten to spank their woman if she put herself down. They’d never kidnap someone because they thought she was at risk. They wouldn’t keep telling her that they were in charge and she had to do what they said.
God, they sounded boring.
Angie! Get your act together.
Not boring. Normal. Normal is good. It’s what you should want.
“Angie, come here and let North hook you up,” Jared ordered firmly.
Her body started to obey before her mind took over, making her freeze. “No.”
“No?” Jared asked in a low voice. “Are you sure you want to tell me no?”
