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I was her super soldier, her secret weapon, and I was a slave to Davina’s every single desire.

I would have done anything for her. I did do anything for her and…

My thoughts trail off as I slow down, the outline of a massive building showing through the clouds of dust.

Am I doing it again?

Isn’t that exactly what I’m doing for Zia?

She fucking kidnapped me for fuck’s sake. Am I so fucked up, so goddamn delusional that I let it happen again?

I was taken, I was exposed to a beautiful, insane, murderous female and instead of trying to get the fuck away, I fuck her then chase her into the literal pits of Hell to get her back.

Stopping along what is clearly the perimeter of the property, I plant my hands on my hips while I catch my breath and examine not only every choice I’ve ever made, but the layout itself.

It’s definitely the home of a warlord, there’s no doubt about that.

The gates are indestructible, the walls beyond them are high, and the watchtowers at various points are taller than any of the tree-like things throughout the nearly barren yard, and the house is taller still.

Everything is stone and metal, barbed and spiked. I don’t doubt for a second that each surface is hotter than the air around me, and I’m sure there are plenty of hidden surprises along the entirety of the barricades protecting the militant mansion beyond them and… I frown as I look around.

Something isn’t right.

Each watchtower is empty, every post that should have a guard doesn't. There’s no one around at all, not by sight or smell, and that has my guts twisting into a knot.

And it has a new level of urgency rushing through my veins.

Taking off at a dead run, I head directly for the gates, ignoring that they’re ajar as I push through them. I practically fly up the front steps, not slowing down when I get to the front door.

I crash into the elaborate metal, slamming my body against the lock in the center once, twice, and when it cracks under my force, I blast through on the third try.

“Azizia!” I grunt as I barrel into the foyer, my eyes immediately landing on the very female I’m here for. “Azizia, thank fuck. I’m here, baby. I’m—” Wait a second.

I look around, that strange feeling growing over the way Zia was here, waiting, and seemingly is alone.

“Is that really you?” My brow furrows in confusion as my gaze moves over her, head to toe, before walking closer. “Was it really that easy?”

I run my hands up and down her arms as I search the foyer and surrounding area the best I can without moving.

“Felix,” Azizia says, and just hearing my name leave her lips is enough to draw my attention back solely to her.

“Are you okay?” I ask, searching her eyes then glancing over her shoulder. “Where is everyone? Did that son of a bitch hurt you? I swear, I’ll kill him.”

“No,” Zia almost snaps as she grabs my arm and starts pulling me toward the doors. “We have to go. We have to hide if we want to escape.”

“Hide? What are you talking about? Zia, we have to go. I have to get you out of here safely before I come back and murder that bastard.”

She doesn’t respond.

No, Azizia just tightens her grip and starts running, dragging me behind her because I can’t seem to get completely on board with this.

Something feels off.

Maybe it’s because we were apart for so long, maybe Zia is butthurt that it took me so long to get here. I can’t quite put my finger on it, though.

I try to keep up but quickly realize I have no idea where we’re going.

“Zia,” I hiss. “This isn’t the way I came. I don’t know if this way is safe. We need to go that way,” I nod behind us. “Silas and—”