Amelia didn’t know how long she lay there, trapped in that thick, drugged haze. Long enough for her body to start screaming again. Long enough for her to hear every whispered word through the walls.
She wasn’t supposed to be awake. They thought the sedative had knocked her out cold. But her mind—fractured as it was—clung to every sound. Every breath.
And what she heard made her blood run ice cold.
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Dominic’s voice was lower now, but there was a razor edge beneath it.
“She’s not strong enough for this. If we keep running, she won’t make it.”
Lucian’s laugh was bitter. “You mean she won’t make it if she stays with you.”
A pause. Then:
“Let me take her.”
The words punched through the dark like a bullet.
Dominic’s snarl was instant. “Over my dead f***ing body.”
Lucian didn’t back d
