He bit the other man’s lower lip, then stepped back. “Now, get dressed. We need to go check on Angie and decide what to do about her.”
Because she couldn’t stay.
But she also couldn’t leave.
Things were fucked up.
Jared waited for North to right his clothes, then they headed upstairs to the room that they’d put her in. He unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Too late, he realized that he shouldn’t have let his guard down. There was a scream to his left and then something hit the back of his head.
The world grew dark and he slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Angie stareddown at the man slumped on the floor in shock.
“You’re not North.”
North rushed into the room and crouched down next to Jared. “Fuck, what did you hit him with? Why did you hit him?”
“Um, the rail from the closet,” she said. “I took it out. It’s wooden.” She glanced at the door. It was still open.
Run.
Run fast.
But that would mean leaving Jared who was lying unconscious on the floor.
Memories drifted back to her. Jared, talking soothingly to her. Jared, bossing her into drinking and taking pills.
Shit.
North rolled him into the recovery position.
Oh hell.
Had she really hurt him? Now she felt ill. And it wasn’t due to the stomach bug she’d just had.
“I was expecting you to walk through the door!” she cried.
“And I was expecting to find you sick in bed,” North countered as he took Jared’s pulse.
“What? So this is my fault?” she exclaimed.
“You hit him. So yes, I do consider this to be your fault.”
So rude.
That was it. She was going. She leaped for the door, only for North to get there first, shutting and locking it. The key went into his pocket.
Well.
Fuck.
She glared at North. “What the hell?”
“Did you really believe that I would let you make a run for it? Especially after you knocked Jared unconscious.”
“Well, obviously I didn’t mean to.” Guilt filled her
