Riley POV
I felt like a ton of bricks had taken refuge inside my head. A voice spoke softly in my ear.
"Riley. Honey, wake up. Open your eyes for me, baby. Show me you're okay."
The voice was hoarse, highly masculine, and familiar. With a great effort, I forced my eyelids open, blinking dazedly as I saw somebody kneeling beside me, their face and body blurred as I tried to regain my sight, memories coming back to me.
Fucking Mathews had drugged me. Perverted bastard. I shot up, feeling weak, a hand reaching out to steady me, my eyes glancing downwards, panic consuming me as I took in the undone buttons.
"Shhh," I heard Dax's voice, and my eyes shot to him, his face finally coming into focus. "It's alright, you're safe," he added, stroking my hair as I relaxed slightly.
"Did he..."
