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collided with that asshole’s. The one who’d been harassing her the night before. He was smirking.
    Oh no. Oh hell no .
    Holding her close he glared at the three men leaning on the other side of the bar and he just knew . How the fuck did they think they were going to get away with it? And how long did those drugs take to kick in? What if she had a bad reaction? His blood iced but his heart raced as he tried to rationalise. They were in a full bar, the assholes couldn’t be expecting anything too awful to happen to her. They’d meant it to be a sick joke. And the aim?  
    Humiliation .  
    The shorter guy held a phone. Were they planning to publicly shred her? Post this online for people to laugh at?
    Not on his mountain they weren’t.
    Connor walked, half carrying the now clinging Savannah into the kitchen out the back. “Luca?” He called, looking for the young manager. “There’s serious shit happening here.”
    “Connor?” Luca stepped out from behind a bench where he was what, kissing the other waitress? And they’d left Savannah alone out there?  
    Connor seethed.
    “What’s happened?” Krista hurried out of Luca’s embrace and came forward.
    “Connor?” Savannah lifted her head slowly to glance up at him, her expression confused. “ Connor? ”
    “Savannah’s not feeling well.” He lifted her into the other guy’s arms. “Hold her here. I’ll be back in a sec.”
    He strode back out to the bar and looked for the bottle of water she’d been drinking from. It had been by the ice bucket. But it wasn’t there now. He saw the smile on the asshole’s face freeze, like he knew what he was looking for.
    “Hey…” The other guy next to him tried to smile. “Just a joke, right?”
    The tall prick elbowed his thick friend. “Shut up.”
    “What was it? What did you give her?” Connor leaned across the bar and snarled.  
    But the tall guy turned and started walking. Fast. Taking his friends with him.  
    “You’re not going to get away with it,” Connor shouted over the music. “You’re not fucking getting away with it.”
    He didn’t have time to chase the bastards now, he needed to make sure Savannah was okay.
    “Savannah?” Luca was looking stunned as he propped her up. “Jeez, Connor, I think she has a fever or something—”
    “Connor?” Savannah turned her flushed face towards him. Her eyes looked too large for her scarily white face.
    “Krista, I’m going to need you to go unlock my car and then hold the door for me, okay?” Connor tossed the waitress his key and stepped up to put one arm around Savannah’s waist, lifting her arm from Luca’s shoulder and putting it along his own.
    “What’s wrong with her?” Luca asked.
    “Nothing that a good night’s sleep isn’t going to fix.” Connor said, hoping it was the truth. He was getting her to his home, then he’d get a doctor to look at her. He bent and hoisted her right into his arms.
    “ Connor …” she murmured, a bittersweet whisper in his ear. “Connor... King of the Mountain…”  
    He paused and looked down at her beautiful face.  
    She blinked heavily, and then closed her eyes. “I’m so stupid.”
    “You’re not stupid,” he answered, feeling guilt twinge.
    She’d been looking for him and he’d not told her. He’d slept with her instead. But he still couldn’t regret it. He’d never regret those mad moments in his car.
    “I’m supposed to hate you,” she said, suddenly lucid.
    “But you don’t?”
    She opened her eyes and looked right at him. “I think I do.” Tears sheened over her unnaturally large pupils.
    Something pulled hard in his chest.  
    “I hate them too...” she muttered.
    “Not as much as I do, Sugar.” He cradled her more closely, trying to ease the anger thrumming in his muscles. He was making them pay.
    “You’re hot.” Her eyelids drifted shut again. Twin tears tracked down her white cheeks. “I don’t feel so good.”
    “You gonna be sick, sweetheart?”