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“Wait,” suddenly, hope rushes through me, “what about his phone? D’Angelo’s main costume was skintight, but then he had that big coat. I’m sure that I saw D’Angelo sneak his phone into his coat pocket, before I left.”

Shay’s eyes light up. “Do you think Heine will miss that?”

“You did. It’s impossible to see. Can you track it?” I hold my breath,

After a moment, Eden replies. “As his PA, he had our phones and locations linked. I can track it. I’m coming to you Robyn, then we’re going to save Jude.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Freedom Mansion, Captain’s Hall

D’Angelo

“Doyou know how much power you have over me?” Heine’s voice rises through the fog in my mind. It’s soft and reverent. “What’s so special about you, Jude D’Angelo? You’re handsome and talented. But so what? I’m prettier and wealthier too. But there’s something about you… You’re my entire world. You’re all I can think about. I can’t eat or sleep. You’re the one who got away. Not this time. Isn’t that what everybody dreams about? Having someone who loves them so much that they’ll do anything for their second chance? To keep them and never let them go?”

Someone is stroking my cheek.

I feel sick.

To keep them and never let them go…

Then I feel someone doing up buttons at my neck. Why are they dressing me like a doll?

Why can’t I move?

Why the fuck can’t I move my arms and legs?

Slowly, I rise back to full consciousness.

My mouth is dry. The back of my head throbs. Dread curdles my stomach at an unknown threat.

Am I still in the scene with Heine? Is it Halloween…?

Then a flash shot memory hits me:Shay kneeling in front of me next to Robyn in the woods, desperately yelling red as I realize that something is wrong with his responses, then dropping to my knees in terror and shaking Shay who has fallen unconscious, before finally passing out myself…

I deliberately hold myself still.

Rage wars inside me, along with panic and fear.

It must have been Heine.

What the hell does he want? Why is he doing this to me? And what the fuck has he done to Shay and Robyn?

My heart speeds up at the image of Shay, unmoving beneath me on the wood’s floor. He’s never still. The way that his face fell slack flooded me with terror.

Shay shouldn’t be forced to stillness.

I hate myself now for all the times that I’ve grumpily snapped at him for his hyperactivity, when he’s broken vases by bouncing around the kitchen.

I’d give anything to see Shay tossing a football around the lounge, dangerously close to my piano, rather than remembering him lying lifeless.

Was Robyn affected as well?

Are they also waking up now? Have they been able to call for an ambulance? The cops?

If my lovers are hurt, then I don’t care that Heine is a billionaire or the boss who holds the power over my career and life.

I’ll fucking destroy him.

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