Page 6 of Crave Me

“There were scuff marks, his car was left open here, we have his phone, and we also found a tranquilizer dart. It’s safe to say he’s been taken along with Bastian.”

I couldn’t even answer.

I just hung up and thrust my fist into the wall, roaring at the top of my lungs.

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~Skylar~

“Bastian! No!”

My eyes snapped open.

I was panting.

Sweating.

My whole body was shaking.

It was panic, it was confusion, it was a whole lot of things, and none of them good.

It took me a while to get a hold of myself, and then I took in my surroundings.

King Manor.

I was in my bedroom at the mansion.

I frowned in a whole lot of confusion.

I hadn’t fallen asleep here. I hadn’t even been here the last time I’d been conscious.

Had I?

No… I… I tried to concentrate, a woozy feeling impacting my thought process.

It took me a moment to notice the IV lodged in my arm and the drip being fed through said tube. Painkillers, it felt like. Ones that packed a major punch.

As that realization hit me, I made the connection to all the rest.

I’d taken a hit.

I pushed down the covers and looked to find myself in my white pajama tank with the butterfly straps and a pair of vibrant-blue lounge pants. I peeled up the hem of the tank and, sure enough, there was a gauze pad taped over my left side.

Glass.

That was what had caused the injury.

I’d been thrown through a window.

The gas station!

And… yeah… I’d been there with Bastian.

An onslaught had descended upon us.

It was too late.

He was already being shoved into one of the vans.

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