Quinn's hand shot out, grasping at thin air. He opened his eyes, fully alert, transitioning from deep sleep to wakefulness in less than a second.
Though he grabbed nothing, something was tangled in his fingers.
A necklace with a gemstone pendant.
"A necklace?" His voice, still husky, carried a note of confusion. Memories from the hazy aftermath of their intercourse began to clear. Could he have torn it off during their heated passion? But why would it be a gemstone necklace?
He remembered being hit with a syringe containing an inducer. He had managed to avoid a fatal hit, lessening the drug's effect. Struggling to maintain control and not lose himself completely, he followed a familiar figure to the lounge.
In the darkness, he couldn't see her face, but the obscurity brought back memo
