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There was a chuckle in the air, and she knew instantly it wasn’t her Number.

Peeling open her eyes; she spotted him glaring at her from across the room with his arms crossed. His fangs and claws were still showing.

A voice came through the speakers causing the Number to sneer. “I assume you’re wondering what you’re doing here.”

Opening her mouth to blast them with questions, she was quickly cut off by his crackling voice.

“Honestly, I’m not interested in answering all your questions. I will give you a job and expect you to find a way to do it, or else let’s just say the consequences won’t be pleasant.”

“Who are you?” she asked the voice.

A thud sounded like someone had smacked their fist against something. The Number growled in the area where the voice came from, causing her to flinch.

“What did I say about questions?”

She rubbed her head, wishing he would stop speaking because it echoed and made her head ache severely.

“Don’t ask questions,” the voice spat, menacingly, reverberating in the prison-like room.

She reluctantly obeyed, keeping silent and rubbing her head in discomfort.

A crackle followed by the male’s odious voice again. “Number four eighty-nine won’t understand you. Though you won’t have a problem getting him to mate with you.” He chuckled. “He’s an animal.”

Glancing at the Number who was glaring at her and the speaker with angry eyes, her face fell, and her hands dropped. She felt pale, as though she was going to faint again.

“Mate with me?” she asked, fighting back tears. “What?” It had to be some terrible joke.

“There is only one thing you need to do with him: You need to have sex with him. You have a one-month deadline to get results. If you don’t then we’ll try someone else.”

“You’ll let me go?” she asked hopefully. In her heart though, she feared she knew the answer.

“Sure,” the voice drawled, and even her Number growled loudly when he recognised the sarcastic threat inherent in his words. “Calm down animal and enjoy the treat you have been given,” the voice commanded.

Adrienne was in the middle of a full-blown meltdown when the voice cut off and the speaker clicked. She spun around to see where the voice had come from and whether she could escape.

It seemed unlikely escape might be possible since the Number was still there.

Jesus…she was only there for a job.

What was she thinking? Why didn’t she say she had a boyfriend and a close family?

She couldn’t have known that a warehouse full of people would have a Number locked up.

If she made it out of this alive, she promised herself she would start being more daring and stop standing in the shadows.

Speaking of shadows, the Number moved towards her.

Flinching, she hissed as a pounding began at her temples when she moved.

The Number growled as he stopped in front of her. His hand clenched up as he reached out, but he stopped himself halfway. Her mouth was bone dry. Her lips smacked together as she tried to find moisture.

“My name is…” she began, but stopped when the Number growled and grabbed her by her throat, cutting off her words.

He squeezed her neck tightly as he hissed, his breath hot on her face. He stared at her lips as if he could silence her forever, choking her and causing her eyes to bug.

When he lifted her off the bed by her throat, she strained and stood on tiptoes.

Panting, fiery gasps of pain escaped her lips as she desperately struggled to free herself from his fingers. He could kill her if his clawed grip sliced in the wrong direction.

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