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Kira pounded against the wooden ceiling until her fists ached as she screamed for help. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. She knew no one was coming. Muffled screams sounded from the room beside her, accompanied by a series of male grunts.
Clarissa...
Kira somehow knew without seeing that the occupant of the room beside her was her fellow captive, Clarissa Hunt. The Procurer was in there with her—with the one victim he had taken for himself.
But Clarissa is dead.
Kira lowered her fists, but the thumping sound continued without her. Her eyes snapped open.
Her gaze darted around the unfamiliar motel room as she took several ragged breaths.
Redcliffe. I’m in Redcliffe.
It had been a while since the last time she had dreamed about her abduction. Following the Procurer’s trail
