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“You are lucky that my brother called the cops.” Eden’s voice is deadly. “Or I would have made sure that you never preyed on anyone again.”
“Get this psychopath away from me.”
“Is that an official diagnosis?”
Finally, a gentle hand is stroking through my hair.
“I’m here, darlin’.” Shay’s worried voice is close to my ear. “Can you talk to me? Code has called an ambulance. I’m with you, yeah? We’re all with you.”
“Forever,” I whisper.
But then, I gasp.
A buzzing sensation zaps through me, as if electric bugs are crawling underneath my skin. My heart is hammering so hard against my ribs that I can’t breathe. My muscles are jerking against my will.
“Jude,” Shay cries in alarm. “Jude…”
I can’t reply. Move. Speak.
I have lost all control.
My back arches. My arms and legs lock.
I choke.
My body is no longer mine.
I’m convulsing, trapped inside.
Helpless.
Then everything goes black.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Freedom Mansion
D’Angelo
Panic sheets through me.My heart beats hard in my chest.
My mind is foggy. I can’t think. Can’t remember…
…You were the devil who corrupted your family…
I’d been with Olivia.My brother’s wife.
I’d thrown myself to the floor. Then I’d tried to reach the door, but her boot ground my face into the carpet.
My pulse spikes with terror, but I don’t know why there is a blank gap in my memory after that.
My mind buzzes. It’s a strange —wrong— sensation.
My mouth is dry. My stomach churns.
What the hell happened to me?
My muscles ache like I’ve played three games of hockey back-to-back. My body is impossibly heavy.
