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Huh, okay. That is some fancy ass rich shit.
I shake my head and hit the button, and the magically appearing TV goes back into its mystery box. I run a hand through my hair and let out a sigh. I need to find Ronnie and figure out how I got here.
Because I don’t remember much.
Voices from another room catch my attention. Men’s voices. My body freezes in fear. My feet are cemented to the floor below me as I listen forhisvoice.
Has he found me? Did he finally find me?
Didtheyfind me?
I need to get out of here. Quietly and fast.
Taking in a deep breath, I slowly let it out to try to calm myself. Stealthily, I creep toward the open door of the room and stick my head slightly out to see if I can see where the voices are coming from. The super fancy hallway decked out in sculptures and art is, thankfully, clear.
I start my way down the hall, the marble floor making my boots squeak under them. I wince as I try to walk slower and softer, so I don’t draw attention to myself. To my right is a set of stairs that I am assuming go to a second floor. This place is very Richie Rich.
As I pass the stairs, I notice an opening to an elevator. That has to be the way out. But the opening to another room is directly across from it. And that’s where the voices are coming from.
“Ken, let me up. How’s the girl doing?” a deep voice asks. I creep closer to the other side, trying to see if I recognize any of the voices.
If the devil himself is here.
“Girl? Did you bring home a girl, Evans? Did you get laid?” a second voice asks and chuckles.
“She was hurt. I just happened to be there and brought her back here and called Asher.” That voice. Chills run down my spine. Not in a bad way.
“Is she okay?” That… that voice I definitely know. Why do I know that voice?
I shake my head and start to try to figure out my way out of this place. As quietly as I can, I head back toward the elevator. If I can get it to open and close before they catch me, I can get out of here. But the next words out of one of the voices stop me dead in my tracks. In the center of the hallway.
“Well, that is what I want to check on. She was definitely drugged. Ketamine,” the first deep voice shares. And my eyes widen at his admission.
“Whoa. Someone drugged her?”
My body turns toward the voices, and I see all of them standing there. I let out a gasp. Drugged? My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open. My mind tries to run through the events of last night, but I come up empty. I remember bits and pieces, but when could someone have drugged me?
“Holy fuck.” The voice that sounds familiar breaks me from my thoughts, and my eyes meet his. He pales as he slowly walks toward me, but I am frozen where I stand. He stops next to a giant of a man whom I suddenly have a memory of.
Those blue eyes.
The man who was watching me from the bar. My heart starts to beat wildly in my chest, and my breathing starts to pick up. My eyes go back to the man next to him as he studies me. His eyes lock on mine.
But then a single word sends my world spinning.
“Raelyn.”
“Holy shit! Is she okay, Doc?”
“Keep her legs elevated above her heart.” I can’t see anything, but I hear voices. Where am I? Wait…
My eyes fly open, and I see five faces. In a flash, an image of black shadows stands over me, and suddenly I can’t breathe. But I blink a few times, and the faces before me return.
“Whoa, whoa. Give her room. Back the hell up.” My eyes find the voice, and I lock eyes with him. His beautiful blue eyes that I can’t take mine off of. And the voice that brings me chills.
Memories start to flood back. That is the voice that took me from the bar. The man who stared at me like a stalker. My eyes widen at him. Oh my God, is he a stalker?
You aren’t anyone special.