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I need to leave—now.

A sharp wave of dizziness hits, and I sink to a squatting position, clutching the edge of the bar for support. A few partygoers glance my way, their faces a mix of curiosity and concern. I wave them off, forcing a weak smile.

No doubt they think I’m drunk. If only it were that easy.

“That’s it,” Mina says, her tone firm as she kneels beside me. “We’re going to the doctor right now.”

I know better than to argue. “Good.”

Wrapping an arm around my shoulder, she helps me to my feet and guides me toward the door. “Shit, I forgot my bag. I’ll be right back. Are you okay?”

I nod, but it’s not the truth.

I’m so far from okay, I don’t know when I’ll see that emotion again.

With a sigh, I slide into the passenger seat, crank the engine, and lean back against the headrest, closing my eyes.

Maybe I just need a rest. Hell, a ten-minute nap sounds perfect right about?—

The passenger side door jerks open, and my eyes snap open just in time to see Ash turn off the car and pull the keys from the ignition.

“Change of plans,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Chapter 24

You’re What?

Ash

Ilove her, but I’m kicking her ass for this latest stunt.

I knew something was wrong with Ori. She’s looked absolutely rundown the last few weeks, and even though she’s the queen of burning the candle at both ends, this was different.

Shewas different.

Hearing from Mina that she’s so damn tired, she’s fainting?

A different animal, entirely.

Ori has a hands-off approach to her life. She can handle it. She’s got it.

Well, I’ve got a newsflash for her.

Now, I’ve got it.

And I don’t give a damn what argument she has at the ready.

I tear open the door to her truck, trying hard to rein in my emotions. Those beautiful eyes widen at my abrupt gesture, but I’m in no mood for her protests.

“Ash, I mean it. I’m too tired for any more partying tonight. I just want my bed.”

I jerk my thumb over my shoulder. “Hop out. We’re taking my truck.”

Ori shakes her head, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I don’t need an escort. Go back to your party.”

She can keep stalling, but I’m done playing games with this woman.

My woman.

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