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her scent off. If that was even
possible.
An arm wrapped around her waist from behind, lifting her off her feet. A large hand muffled the shriek
that flew from her mouth. She kicked, tore, anything to break out of the iron grip that held her.
“Stop fighting.”
The masculine voice increased her terror. He had her . She’d failed. No! Liam . She had to save Liam.
She bit the fingers covering her mouth. A yelp sounded from behind her. As soon as her mouth was free
she screamed, hoping someone would hear. Her heel connected hard with something. When the hold on her
released, she shot forward.
A hand latched onto her upper arm, then she was whipped around and grabbed by side of her head. She
slapped, wrenched.
“Look at me!”
His command forced her to make eye contact with him. And she froze.
Britton!
Not the madman. Liam’s friend Britton.
“I’ve got you. It’s over.”
It took a moment for the words to penetrate, when they did, she slumped against him. It was over. She
was safe. Liam was safe.
No. Not safe. Not yet.
“Liam,” she cried, pushing away from him. “He’s still in there.”
“Where?”
“Seventh floor. In a c-cage.”
Britton stiffened. “We’ll get him out. I promise. But I can’t leave you out here alone. Not until I know
what we’re dealing with.”
“We can’t just sit here!” She stared at the door. “He didn’t follow me out! He’s still up there, doing God
knows what to Liam because I escaped.”
Horrible images of Liam being tortured in that cage, helpless to fight back, consumed her, and she ran
back toward the building.
Britton grabbed her from behind again.
“No! We can’t leave him!” She wrestled with the arms locked around her. “No! Britton. Please! We
have to save him. I can’t live without him, please!”
Britton swung her around and hugged her to his chest, his embrace unbreakable even though she
struggled against him, trying to beat his torso with her fists. Then the first sob erupted from deep inside her.
Then another and another. Until all the terror she’d experienced poured out of her in soul-wrenching bawls.
She lost the ability to stand, and Britton lowered them to the ground, holding her, swearing everything
would be okay, that Liam was okay.
She had to believe him.
“Did you get him?” Britton asked.
Ava lifted her head to find a stunning woman with long blond hair holstering a gun.
“Bastard gave me the slip. I think he sensed my presence before you grabbed her. He was already gone
when I went inside. Followed his trail down to a parking garage, but I didn’t find a trace of him.”
After Ava struggled to her feet, a wave of blackness assaulted her and she shook her head. “Y-you
didn’t get him?”
“No. But we will,” the woman said.
“I’m going to get Liam.” Britton sprinted off.
A roar started in her ears. He was still out there. A threat. To her. To Liam.
Oh God .
To Emma.
“M-my sister? Is she okay?”
The woman froze, eyes locked on Ava. “You have a sister?”
“She lives with me.”
“Was she captured, too?”
Ava shook her head and her temples pulsed with pain. “No, she was at a friend’s house. The blood. My
room. If she sees it—”
“My team cleaned it up,” the woman said. The words sounded distorted.
Everything hurt. Her face. Her body. Her ankle. Her vision swam as her stomach lurched and she held
out a hand to find something to brace against. She found nothing. “I need—”
…
The silence was killing him.
Other than that horrifying scream he’d heard an eternity ago, there had been nothing but silence. The
only reassurance Liam had was knowing Ava was still alive. She thrived within him, filling him with her
life.
After that scream, he’d realized something he’d failed to see before. Since he’d kissed her, he hadn’t felt
a spike in her emotions. His therapist had told him the Dsershon had brought on that anomaly—being able
to feel what she
possible.
An arm wrapped around her waist from behind, lifting her off her feet. A large hand muffled the shriek
that flew from her mouth. She kicked, tore, anything to break out of the iron grip that held her.
“Stop fighting.”
The masculine voice increased her terror. He had her . She’d failed. No! Liam . She had to save Liam.
She bit the fingers covering her mouth. A yelp sounded from behind her. As soon as her mouth was free
she screamed, hoping someone would hear. Her heel connected hard with something. When the hold on her
released, she shot forward.
A hand latched onto her upper arm, then she was whipped around and grabbed by side of her head. She
slapped, wrenched.
“Look at me!”
His command forced her to make eye contact with him. And she froze.
Britton!
Not the madman. Liam’s friend Britton.
“I’ve got you. It’s over.”
It took a moment for the words to penetrate, when they did, she slumped against him. It was over. She
was safe. Liam was safe.
No. Not safe. Not yet.
“Liam,” she cried, pushing away from him. “He’s still in there.”
“Where?”
“Seventh floor. In a c-cage.”
Britton stiffened. “We’ll get him out. I promise. But I can’t leave you out here alone. Not until I know
what we’re dealing with.”
“We can’t just sit here!” She stared at the door. “He didn’t follow me out! He’s still up there, doing God
knows what to Liam because I escaped.”
Horrible images of Liam being tortured in that cage, helpless to fight back, consumed her, and she ran
back toward the building.
Britton grabbed her from behind again.
“No! We can’t leave him!” She wrestled with the arms locked around her. “No! Britton. Please! We
have to save him. I can’t live without him, please!”
Britton swung her around and hugged her to his chest, his embrace unbreakable even though she
struggled against him, trying to beat his torso with her fists. Then the first sob erupted from deep inside her.
Then another and another. Until all the terror she’d experienced poured out of her in soul-wrenching bawls.
She lost the ability to stand, and Britton lowered them to the ground, holding her, swearing everything
would be okay, that Liam was okay.
She had to believe him.
“Did you get him?” Britton asked.
Ava lifted her head to find a stunning woman with long blond hair holstering a gun.
“Bastard gave me the slip. I think he sensed my presence before you grabbed her. He was already gone
when I went inside. Followed his trail down to a parking garage, but I didn’t find a trace of him.”
After Ava struggled to her feet, a wave of blackness assaulted her and she shook her head. “Y-you
didn’t get him?”
“No. But we will,” the woman said.
“I’m going to get Liam.” Britton sprinted off.
A roar started in her ears. He was still out there. A threat. To her. To Liam.
Oh God .
To Emma.
“M-my sister? Is she okay?”
The woman froze, eyes locked on Ava. “You have a sister?”
“She lives with me.”
“Was she captured, too?”
Ava shook her head and her temples pulsed with pain. “No, she was at a friend’s house. The blood. My
room. If she sees it—”
“My team cleaned it up,” the woman said. The words sounded distorted.
Everything hurt. Her face. Her body. Her ankle. Her vision swam as her stomach lurched and she held
out a hand to find something to brace against. She found nothing. “I need—”
…
The silence was killing him.
Other than that horrifying scream he’d heard an eternity ago, there had been nothing but silence. The
only reassurance Liam had was knowing Ava was still alive. She thrived within him, filling him with her
life.
After that scream, he’d realized something he’d failed to see before. Since he’d kissed her, he hadn’t felt
a spike in her emotions. His therapist had told him the Dsershon had brought on that anomaly—being able
to feel what she
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