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“Shut up, Logan,” the twin in the back says. So, Hawaiian-shirt is Alex. Good to know.

“How is Sean?” I ask. I’m speeding, so I don’t dare check on him in the rearview mirror.

“Shit. He’s passed out,” Alex replies.

My stomach tightens. “Is he breathing?”

“Yes.”

I’m worried, but I’m also fucking pissed. “So you think one of those football jerks dropped something into Sean’s drink.”

“It’s the only logical explanation. Who else would do that to him?” Darren asks.

“They’d better pray Sean gets out of this without permanent damage,” I say.

“Prayers won’t save them,” Logan replies darkly. “Those assholes will pay.”

I don’t reply. I didn’t believe for one second that Sean’s teammates wouldn’t offer retribution, but punishment won’t bring me comfort if something bad happens to Sean.

Guilt spreads through my chest. If I hadn’t opened my big mouth tonight, maybe those fuckers wouldn’t have poisoned Sean. This is partially my fault.

CHAPTER 30

SEAN

Iwake up in a strange bed and a room smelling of strong chemicals. It takes me a minute to figure out I’m in a hospital room, and I have an IV stuck in my arm. Shit. Whoever took care of me must have seen my scars. I can’t worry about that now. I look around and find Ashley sleeping curled in a chair in the corner. Relief spreads through my chest just from seeing her, but I can’t for the life of me remember how I got here and why.

“Ash?” I croak.

She opens her eyes, and then sits up straighter. “Sean, you’re awake.”

“What happened to me?”

She stands and walks over my bed. “You were drugged at the Halloween party.”

I feel queasy. “What? How?”

“I don’t know.” She runs her fingers through my hair, and longing hits me hard. I want to pull her into my arms and never let go. “I left the party early. Your teammates called me at one in the morning because you were asking for me.”

I search for any memory of that, but my mind is blank. “I don’t remember anything.”

“Memory loss is one of the side effects of roofies.”

“I feel like roadkill. This is a million times worse than my biggest hungover. Why would anyone drug me?”

“The guys think one of the football players slipped something into your drink.”

My stomach churns. “For real?”

She nods. “Yep. I wouldn’t be surprised. They were pissed at you.”

“Why?”

She takes a deep breathe, then drops her gaze to my chest. “They were being sleazy toward me.”

I clench my jaw hard, getting aggravated even though I don’t remember a thing. “What did they say to you?”

“They said I looked hot, but it made me feel dirty.”

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