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“I expect nothing less.” He actually gave her a little bow. “Have a good night.”

She watched him walk away with the file, which, she had to admit, did mean it would be uploaded to Maizie faster than Kenna could do it. Having other people help her out was…helpful. Okay, she was tired. It might only be two in the afternoon, but she was fully done for the day.

Whatever was wrong with her…it sucked.

She was so far past drained she couldn’t think straight but managed to haul herself around the store and get a few things.As much as she would be able to carry from the car into the house.

Kenna wrestled it in the trunk of her car, and thankfully, the grocery store was barely ten minutes from the town house. She slid into her driver’s seat, thinking how great it was going to feel to crawl into bed and take a nap.

Someone walked in front of the car. Probably her mind coming up with an odd apparition because of her fatigue. The person had on white scrubs and an odd, almost porcelain mask. She flinched. The nightmare image affected her to her core. This was not the kind of person she wanted to meet in real life, or even in her dreams.

Something sharp touched her neck. She gasped and reached for it, but her hand never made it that far.

Everything went black.

Chapter Five

“I’m home!” Jax’s call rang through the house.

Kenna stared up at the ceiling, coming awake while she listened to him make his way through the house. She shifted on the bed. Fully clothed. Not even under the covers. Instead, it seemed as if she’d slept on top of them.

He appeared in the doorway. “Hey.” Soft words, and a soft expression to match. “You took a nap?”

She lifted up far enough to look at herself. A sting of pain pricked her neck and the inside of her left elbow. But that wasn’t what caught her attention.

“With my shoes on?” She wiggled her feet and kicked them off, leaving her in her socks. But it didn’t fix the problem.

He came over. “Time to get up, or you won’t sleep tonight.”

Jax held out his hand, and she took it with her right, sitting up. She looked at the scar on her forearm.

He said, “You’re out of it. Must’ve been a good nap. I’ve been trying to call you for the last hour, but you didn’t answer.”

She shook her head and looked down at the inside of her left elbow. A red mark, like the spot where a needle had been placed. She’d seen that before through surgeries and being captured byDominatus.

“They did something to me.” She shivered, trying to think. “I was in the parking lot outside the grocery store. I felt something.” She touched her neck, shifting her hair aside and tilting her head. “Is there a mark on my neck? I think someone stuck me with a needle.”

She felt his fingers on the skin of her neck, and he rubbed the spot. She hissed.

“I don’t see anything on your neck.”

“Someone stuck me with a needle.” She showed him her arm. “Look.”

Jax crouched in front of her. “You might’ve scratched yourself. Maybe you had a bad dream.”

She looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “How is it nearly seven?”

“You slept hard, and now you’re feeling disoriented. Give yourself a second, okay? Then we can figure out what happened. Maybe you cut your arm earlier.”

None of that made sense, except the disorientation. Everything in her objected to the suggestion she was just confused about her afternoon.

“I know what happened. I was kidnapped.” Kenna pushed off the bed, using his shoulder for leverage.

Getting up was a whole lot easier than it normally was, leaving her off-balance. With the heaviness she’d been feeling giving her so much lethargy, as if she wasn’t strong enough to carry her own body around, she was more used to having to force herself to move.

She looked down at her arms and legs. “I feel better.”

“See.” He stood. “Give yourself a few minutes. Your brain will catch up to being awake.”

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