Page 107 of Wilde and Untamed
“Dom?” She sat up, and her face swam before his eyes. “I don’t feel right.”
“Shit.” Dom tried to push himself upright, but his arms wouldn’t cooperate. His muscles felt disconnected from his brain, responding seconds after he gave the command, if at all.
He fought to stay alert, to make sense of what was happening, but his thoughts scattered like marbles on a tilted floor. Drugged. They’d been drugged. But who? The bartender? Someone else?
Vivi’s head lolled against the leather seat, her eyes fluttering. “Dom,” she whispered, her voice thick with fear. “Can’t move.”
He reached for her face, his hand moving in slow motion, fingertips barely grazing her cheek before falling away. “Stay with me,” he managed, though the words came out garbled.
The car door yanked open, letting in a rush of cold air. Dom tried to turn, to see who was there, but his neck refused to obey. Black spots danced across his vision as rough hands grabbed his shoulders, dragging him backwards.
“Target secured,” a voice said from somewhere far away.
“Vivi,” he tried to say, but no sound came out.
The last thing he saw as the darkness closed in was someone in black pulling her from the car. Her limbs hung loose, her hair cascading toward the pavement like spilled gold.
And then the world went dark.
