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She wasn’t waiting around for me to rescue her. She can’t even rely on me to keep her out of the De Lucas’ clutches. Why would she expect me to save her in her darkest hour?

Perched on the edge of the enormous bed where I set her down, I hold my head in my hands. The seconds tick past, slow and unbearable, each one a nail in my body.

I don’t know what’s going on at the facility. Yes, Enzo’s dead. But what about my friends? Did they fight their way out? Were they overtaken by De Luca reinforcements?

Harper’s here and alive, but I have no idea if she’s okay either.

Nothing about the present is certain.

Nothing about the future is discernible.

I need to sleep. For about three months straight.

But I won’t rest. Not until this is over.

I didn’t start this clusterfuck we’re in, but I at least have it in me to see it through to the end.

Chapter 33

Harper

When I wake up, I’m insanely comfortable.

Am I dead?

I try to shift my arm, but the pain punching through my torso puts a stop to that idea.

Can’t be dead…

Slowly, I open my eyes. Bronze light fixtures dangle from the ceiling, and creamy white paint adorns the walls. A soft, comfortable mattress cradles my back.

My vision is a little fuzzy, but I appear to be tucked into a large bedroom with several closed doors and a wide window showing the pre-dawn darkness.

Apart from those details, I have no clue where I am.

The last thing I remember is being strapped down…trying to escape…

My stomach lurches. Enzo! Where’s Enzo?

Did I manage to escape?

No. I would remember that.

Is thisEnzo’sroom?

My scalp and neck prickle, but for some reason, I feel at ease.

Snap out of it!

Just because I dreamed of Cian doesn’t mean I’m safe and everything’s okay. I need to keep my wits about me. Even if my entire body throbs and aches.

On the far side of the room, the double doors push open.

Every muscle in my body tenses. I jolt upright to prepare to fight for my life, hissing as fire stabs through my side.

Enzo will not take me. Not this time. I’d rather die resisting than fall into that monster’s clutches again.

Before panic claws me to the bone, Cian Mahoney enters the room, carrying a steaming mug of what must be black coffee.

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