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frustration.
    “Answer me, you little bear bitch,” he seethed.
    Presley’s lips parted as she blinked, feeling the
oxygen escaping her head. Her ears hummed in protest, her brain screaming for
the blood flow to return; god, she was really going to kill him.
“Fuck….you.”
    She could see the wild animal clawing just beneath the
surface as he bared his fangs, a guttural growl reverberating in his chest as
he shoved her backwards, tipping the chair over as the back of her head made
contact with the floor. She whined softly, but she didn’t really have time to
worry about that right now.
    “Wrong answer,” Breslin muttered.
    As a tear escaped from the corner of her eyes, she
heard the door slam. She was left in complete silence.
    What was going to happen now?
    –––––––
    The sound of water dripping nearby stirred him from
sleep, and Lorcan forced his heavy eyelids to open. The tips of his fingers
tingled, as if they’d fallen asleep on him some time ago and were just now
trying to awaken. God, he hated that feeling.
    His mouth felt dryer than the Sahara Desert; what he
wouldn’t give for a drink of water.
    Where am I? He wondered as he lifted his head,
trying to take in his surroundings.
    Drip drip drip.
    That is annoying, he groaned softly, coughing
soon after as chemicals assaulted his nostrils; burning his lungs. What in the
world was that God awful stench?
    “You’re finally awake.”
    Lorcan’s head turned quickly in the direction of a
female’s voice, and he was surprised to see the woman standing in the corner of
the room. She had her arms crossed over her chest, a look of concern etched
over her attractive features as she frowned.
    “I was beginning to worry that last dose was too much
for you to handle.”
    “What did you do to me?” Lorcan asked in a raspy
voice. He curled his fingers against his palms, accepting the knowledge that
his hands were restrained. That was probably very smart on his captor’s
behalf.
    He could remember now. He knew why he was here….and he
also knew that meant Presley was in trouble, too.
    “Where is she?”
    “She’s fine, for now,” the woman replied as she moved
closer. She crouched down before him, reaching for something as she sighed. “The
Etorphine will sweat out of your system eventually….that is, well, if I didn’t
have to inject you again.”
    Lorcan blinked slowly, his eyes moving to her face
again as he frowned. “You’ve drugged us?”
    “It’s the only thing I could do to prevent further
damage,” she insisted. “It was either that, or shoving pepper down your
throat. Which would you prefer?”
    She had a point. Pepper didn’t sound pleasant at all.
He licked his lips, swallowed down the lump in his throat, and then watched her
cautiously as she lifted something into view.
    Was that a bottle of water?
    “You must be thirsty,” she said in a softer voice, her
eyes darting from one side to the other. “Don’t play tough guy with me,
Lorcan, just take a sip.”
    He kept his eyes on hers, unsure of what she was
playing at as the mouth of the bottle rested against his lips. As she tipped
the bottle back, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been happier to taste warm water so
much in his life. He greedily swallowed each mouthful, his eyes closing as he
groaned. The room-temperature water soothed his mouth and throat before
hitting his empty stomach. When was the last time he’d had anything to eat?
    “Here,” she whispered, pulling the bottle away from his
lips. “Try to keep this down, okay? It might be easier to feed you now that
you’re conscious.”
    Lorcan blinked, watching as she pulled a wad of napkins
from her pocket. She quickly tugged away each layer, revealing a sandwich.
His mouth instantly watered, and his stomach growled in demand. Yes, he was
starving.
    “Here,” she broke off the corner of the sandwich,
lifting it to his lips. “Just take it easy. Don’t try to force it, okay?”
    Lorcan happily accepted the