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"Do you want to marry him?" I asked her, tilting my head. "Because I feel you don't."

I watched as her eyes softened, and the look of fear fell over her. I hated seeing it. It was how she'd looked when we broke up. It was like the world was crumbling around her, and she was just supposed to take it.

I had stepped aside all those years ago but wasn't doing it now. Ashley needed someone in her corner, and I was going to be there whether she wanted me or not.

"I'm sorry," I said, giving her a gentle smile. "This might sting."

"What?" She looked confused, but it was too late. Lucas came around her, sticking a needle into her arm. Ashley quickly looked at her arm, but by the time she did, it was done.

Lucas moved out of the way while Ashley looked back at me with wide eyes. "What did you do!"

"You're going to sleep," I said softly, brushing her bangs from her face. She didn't hit my hand like I expected. "Which it looks like you haven't done a lot of," I added.

"Why?" she asked, and I watched as tears filled her eyes.

I just gave her a soft smile as her eyes grew heavy, and I quickly caught her as she tumbled. I looked at the guys and nodded. "Unlock the door. We're going out the back. Be quick, I'm sure he's almost here now.

Chapter 3 - Ashley

I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the glass. I groaned as I opened my eyes, staring up at a black ceiling. I blinked, taking in a ceiling fan that was on and turning slowly. I watched one of the wings for a moment before turning my head and looking towards a window next to me.

It was raining outside; the water was hitting the glass, making soft music, and for one moment, I just lay there.

The moment slipped away as I realized I'd never been in this room. I jerked up and looked around the space. I was in a bedroom. One I'd never been in before.

I swallowed, shaking my head, trying to connect what happened. I was talking with Owen in the restaurant. And now I didn't know where I was.

I knew Owen's bedroom, but this wasn't it. It was too dark for his taste. But where else would I be?

I slowly pulled myself up, feeling the effect of whatever had been stabbed into my arm. I walked towards the window and looked outside. It was a wide, open space surrounded by trees. What made me tense was that I felt no connection to people. I felt only one pull, meaning wherever I was, it was away from civilization.

I wet my lips and turned, looking around the room once more. I did a quick pat down on myself, finding I didn't have my phone. I didn't have my purse either.

"I'm sorry," Owen's words suddenly slapped me, and my stomach sank. I knew he took me. But where?

I took a slow breath and tried to connect the dots, but they didn't connect. There was no reason for Owen to step into my mess; it didn't concern him.

"How did he even know?" I asked myself. I should know better than to question that. Everyone talked, and if it was about Logan, I'm sure everyone was talking about me. The only people who seemed clueless were my parents.

I ran my hands through my hair and looked at the door. I knew the only way to find the answers I wanted was to leave the room and find out, but I didn't want to. My life was a mess, and I didn't even want to think about it.

I didn't have a choice.

I walked towards the door and opened it. As soon as I took a step outside, I would smell coffee and pancakes. My stomach growled hungrily, but I ignored it.

I made my way down the hallway, finding I was in a cabin. There was a bathroom to my right, and another closed door, which I assumed was another bedroom.

I paused, tempted to open it, but if I knew Owen, it would be locked.

I continued down the hallway, finding a large open space. There was a beautiful living room with a fireplace that was going. To the left of me was a huge open kitchen. Owen sat on a chair by the island, newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

Owen looked no different from the last time I'd seen him. He still had those soft blue eyes and the undercut blond hair. He was wearing a short-sleeve shirt that showed a tattoo sleeve on his arm that had a dragon with its tail wrapping around his bicep.

I looked back at his eyes. At one point, those eyes had made me feel so safe. If I was being honest, just being near him made me feel like everything would be okay.

But then the anger quickly built up, and rage settled into my stomach. All our past hit me, and I wanted to throttle him—this asshole.

His eyes snapped up from the newspaper, and they landed on me. He set the paper down and pulled himself out of his chair. He took a step around the island and gave me a half smile. "You're awake."

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