Page 227 of Dream Girl
“Wes, you need to let her go.” Spencer’s voice went firm. “I’ll explain later.”
I started to sob as I followed him to the door. There was no point in resisting.
“She isn’t even wearing shoes. Fuck.” Riley ran after us. “Let her stay.”
He was already opening the door. I put on a sandal from the rack by the door. Slipping under his arm, Riley tried to block hispath. There was probably no time to get my other cast, or my purse.
“I’m sorry, but we need to go.” He sidestepped her.
“Don’t take her away,” Riley begged, hugging me.
“You need to go inside. It is for the better,” I told her, giving her a hug. “I knew this could happen. I love you, too, Ri.”
“Ri, please come inside,” Spencer told her from the doorway.
Evan hugged me. “I love you.”
Riley continued to rant at him as Spencer brought her inside.
“Jett… Bren… I’m so sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“We must go,” the agent told me, taking my arm and dragging me toward a waiting black car not quite like anything I’d seen.
“Please let me stay, I did nothing wrong,” I sobbed as he opened the car door and pushed me in the front seat. A whine escaped my lips. “I’m sorry. I don’t even remember, I’m so sorry. Let me go.”
Something pricked my neck, and he shut the door, climbed into the front seat and drove off. My hand went to my neck. “Ow.”
“Grace.” Wes ran after the car.
I tried to open the door, and it was locked.
“Let me go. I’m happy here. I won’t do anything, I promise,” I pounded on the window. Wes’ face, the emotions through the bond, they all broke my heart.
All of them were becoming something I hadn’t had in a long time. A family.
The agent’s hand shot out in front of me as he opened the glove compartment. Taking out a small bottle, he shoved it into my hand. “Drink this, it will help. Hold on.”
He pushed the center of the steering wheel, and for a moment all the breath left my body, and it felt as if I was on a rollercoaster, plunging down a steep drop.
The bottom fell out of my stomach as everything outside my window streaked for a moment, then turned back to the city.
But this wasn’t anywhere I’d been before. The car drove quickly, making sharp turns. All I could do was to try not to vomit.
“I’m sorry, but we have no time,” he said as we squealed to a stop. “Come on.”
He vaulted out of the car and opened my door.
“Here.” The man put a hat on my head and shoved sunglasses on my face, dragging me out of the car. “You need to drink that. It will help,” he said as he pushed me into an elevator, which was dark and janky.
“What’s happening? Who are you? I…” My chest shook, but I opened the bottle and chugged the contents. It was sweet, like the fake fruit juice we used to drink at vacation bible school.
The door opened, and he dragged me out into a hall, which felt sterile, like we were in a police station. Which we probably were.
Vertigo struck me as my head exploded with pain. He had my arm in a vice grip and didn’t stop moving.
“It’s going to be fine,” he said as I whimpered, my vision going black.
“There she is. Finally. Where were you hiding her?” another voice said, heels clicking on the floor. Their scent was overwhelming, like a department store perfume counter.
