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hear her bones hit the concrete.
    Krag smiled. “Have you considered my offer?”
    “I’d rather fuck a rotting pig corpse than let you touch me.”
    Anger flared for an instant before he controlled it. He smoothed his features to regal stillness. “Throw her down below. I’m certain there is at least one rotting pig down there for her amusement.”
    She screamed, but it wasn’t a cry of fear. Not this woman. Her scream was of feral outrage. Of angry defiance.
    The men picked her up by her arms and hauled her out of his sight. The flooded section below housed some of the less advanced members of his race. They would make quick work of her. And when they were done, he’d mount her skull on the wall as a reminder to the others not to question his authority.
    Before her screams faded, Krag beckoned one of the obedient women forward. She shivered in ecstasy at being chosen, as was proper, before crawling to his feet.
    He patted his lap, inviting her to jump up like a pampered pet. As soon as he had her settled there, her naked body trembling, he jerked her head to the side and bit deep.
    Her blood was weak, but once he’d taken it all, he felt better. Stronger.
    Krag shoved her corpse to the floor, then motioned for her to be taken away. Let the lesser Synestryn feast on her flesh and bones. He had no more use for her.
     
    Hope opened her eyes, already knowing that Logan was gone. She couldn’t feel his presence or that consuming pleasure he’d given her.
    Fear wove through her for a moment, but she wasn’t sure if it was fear of the man, or fear caused by the fact she knew he was gone.
    A plump, dark-haired nurse hovered over Hope. She couldn’t remember the woman, but the way she was looking at Hope with tears in her eyes made her wonder if she shouldn’t.
    “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”
    Hope blinked a few times to make sure that blurry vision wasn’t making her see concern that wasn’t real. “Do I know you?”
    “I’m Barb,” she said, her tone of expectation telling Hope she should know the woman.
    Was her memory getting worse? Was she losing more chunks of time? Hope pushed herself up in a panic and looked around, hoping it would clear her head.
    She was surrounded by a striped curtain. Beyond that curtain, she could hear voices and the low moans of a man in pain. Disinfectant laced the stale air. A machine beeped insistently in the background. An IV bag hung above her, feeding fluids into the back of her hand.
    A hospital. That’s where she was.
    Hope didn’t know how she got here. The last thing she remembered was Logan. He’d grabbed her and . . . bitten her neck.
    Her hand flew to the spot, feeling only smooth, whole skin.
    “What is it, honey?” asked Barb.
    “Do you see anything? Any marks on my neck?”
    Barb leaned forward and brushed Hope’s hair away. “It’s a little red. Does it hurt?”
    “No.” Her skin tingled, and there was a throbbing warmth, but that was all. “Who brought me in?”
    Barb frowned as if trying to remember. “A man. Tall. Dark hair. Do you know him?”
    That description could be almost anyone. Or it could have been Logan. Either way the answer was the same. “No.”
    “The doctor will be in to see you soon. We couldn’t find any injuries. Do you know what happened?”
    Hope shook her head. What she thought had happened couldn’t have. It wasn’t possible. Either the stranger had bitten her and left marks, or he hadn’t bitten her at all. Those were the only options.
    Weren’t they?
    A wave of dizziness slid over her, and she shut her eyes to let it pass.
    The smells of the hospital assaulted her nose, dragging from her memories of the last time she’d been here—the night Sister Olive had found her in the empty Tyler building and brought her here, insisting she get checked out. Hope had no injuries then, either. Nothing that explained her amnesia. She hadn’t known her name or how old she was. Hope still didn’t know. No one had claimed