CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Not too much later, although she didn’t know the time, the volume of the music dropped. A few vehicles left, but the sun was far from rising and the party kept on going. Three? Maybe Four a.m.? Guessing was a stupid distraction. Lying on the foam pad of a bed, staring up at the ceiling, the time was the last thing she cared about.
In Vegas, her s****l connection to Dax was powerful, even when he was threatening her. After reaching the conclusion she needed an ally, he’d seemed like the safest bet. Certainly the most appealing choice.
Having s*x with him was part curiosity, part manipulation, only it hadn’t worked. Her curiosity was satisfied. Unfortunately, she hadn’t managed to manipulate him into caring. At least not enough to want to ensure her safety, or her happine
