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Bring her in.”

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    Mac crashed through the thick grove of oaks and the underbrush. Though not pursued by shooters, he ran for everything in him. Not one week ago the medical clinic had been staffed, stocked, and operational. It’d also been guarded.
    But not today.  
    Probably not since they’d rescued Kayla and it was not a coincidence.  
    Mac leaped over a low hedge rather than go around. Then he leaped again over a jumble of large roots. He slipped in the damned sandals and nearly went down, but with his right hand on the ground, he pushed up like a runner from a starting block–and kept running.
    There was the SUV.
    “ No ,” he muttered.  
    He could already see it was empty.  
    With a quick look up and down the road as he crossed it, he flew to the driver’s door and yanked it open.
    Isabelle was gone.
    He pounded the roof with his fist.
    Damnit!
    He quickly ducked inside.
    No keys but–he reached to the floor in front of the passenger seat and grimaced as he lifted Isabelle’s purse.  
    She would never leave this.  
    He looked up the road to the commune.  
    Not if she’d had a choice.

CHAPTER TEN

    AS THE GUARD hauled her up to the house, Isabelle could barely keep up.
    “Just let me speak to Geoffrey,” she panted, but the man didn’t pause. “You’re hurting me.”
    But the door flew open and they were met with startled looks from a few women in the hallway. One of them moved a little boy out of harm’s way. Under the shock of red hair, Darren’s eyes got huge. Isabelle had a moment to see recognition in his face just before she was dragged up the stairs.
    Suddenly they were in the wide hallway with its endless doors as the security guard veered quickly left, keeping her off-balance. But as he threw the door open and pushed her through, Isabelle tried desperately to put on the brakes.
    Oh no, no, no . Not here .
    Before she could even turn around, the door had slammed closed and she heard it lock. She made a frantic grab for the knob, twisting it back and forth but it wouldn’t move.  
    She spun and put her back to the door, trying not to panic.
    “Oh god,” she muttered.  
    On the wall next to the door were the wooden paddle, the rattan cane, a leather strap, a yardstick, and the shock wand. She cringed away from them, sliding along the wall to the opposite side of the small room, putting as much distance between them and her as possible. Her hands clung to each other as she stared at the wand.
    The pain it had inflicted had been excruciating–especially the readings of the children.
    She couldn’t go through that again.
    She put a hand over her pounding heart and another on the wall to steady herself.
    Stop, Isabelle. Think.  
    But she couldn’t. Her mind was blanking.
    Suddenly, she heard the doorknob move.  
    Oh god, no. Maurice had been quick!
    The knob twisted as she stared at it but, when the door opened, it wasn’t Maurice.
    “Geoffrey!” she breathed.
    “ Hurry! ” he said, reaching for her.
    She put her hand in his and he quickly reversed direction and tugged her after him.

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    Though he’d run from the SUV back to the medical clinic and from there to the commune itself, Mac forced himself to slow down. He’d be no help to Isabelle if he was caught.
    Though he’d dressed to blend in, he stood out anyway. There just weren’t that many guys and none of his height. As he made his way into the mansion, he tried to smile and nod. For all anyone knew, he was a new member. They might even recall him or Isabelle from when they’d toured the place.
    But the one thing he remembered right now was seeing two security guards enter a room at the top of the stairs. He fought the urge to bound up them, stepping quickly, one at a time. At the top, he remembered looking here for any clue about how the commune managed to survive. Now he knew. The only thing that mattered in this moment was finding Isabelle. And the room that those guards had gone