I came to like I’d been dragged out of a ditch. My head throbbed, my limbs were lead, and the taste in my mouth was pure chemical. I blinked at the ceiling, then at the shadows in the corner.
Rafe was there. Sitting like he’d been waiting for me to wake up and thank him.
“You drugged me,” I said, voice raw.
“Sedated,” he corrected, like that made it better. “You were getting sloppy.”
I pushed myself up, slow and shaky. “You had no right.”
“You were going to blow the whole thing,” he said, calm as ever. “We’re close. You need to be clear-headed.”
“She’s out there,” I snapped. “Playing house with someone who doesn’t even know her.”
Rafe didn’t blink. “She’s locked down. Javi’s watching the warehouse. We’ll move when it’s clean.”
Locked down. Not rescued. Not safe. Just… stolen.
“She
