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I possess medical training. I trained as a nurse until accounting became far preferable to mending Lupi Grigi men.

Pull it together.

I bend beside her and place my fingers against her throat, searching for a pulse.

Her lips are dark. As are her nail beds. My index finger digs into her still-warm skin, and I examine the protruding needle.

It must be heroin. Has to be.

Beneath my fingers, there’s a pulse.

I yank out the needle and scan the stall.

She’s overdosed.

Think.

“Helloooo!” I scream. If anyone is here, I need help. I can’t carry her back to the house by myself.

A horse neighs. Dog runs in, tail wagging, nose in my face.

I brush him away from my face and stand. “Stay with her. I’ll be right back.”

I take off running as fast as I can in the unwieldy Wellies. It’s possible Nick has Naloxone. If he doesn’t have the drug on hand, he’ll have to help me load her into a car. How far away is the hospital?

I sling the door open and let out a blood-curdling scream. “Nick!”

CHAPTER19

NICK

Shrill shouting penetrates the glass.

Bloody hell.

I towel off and snatch trousers and a shirt, dressing like there’s a fire.

I sprint through the back of the house.

What the fuck’s going on?

An attack?

Where’s Ash?

If they sent someone, so help me…

I burst through the back hall.

Scarlet’s hands cup her mouth like a megaphone. Eyes wide.

“What?”

I scan behind her. There’s nothing. No one.

“It’s Lina.”

Fuck.

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