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“Ouch! Bitch!” he hisses when he gets his bearings. “I’ll let you have that,” he says, rubbing his jaw.

“Where is she?” I yell. “Where is London?”

“Oh, she’s safe. But she’s missing you. I told her you’d be with her soon enough, and all three of us will go somewhere nice together.”

“I am not going anywhere with you.” I back away from Logan and run into the living room. I’ll call Wyatt, and he’ll get here before this asshole has a chance.

I see it lying on the couch, and I pick it up.

A text from Wyatt.

I hit reply, but a cloth covers my mouth. I try to struggle, but Logan is stronger, and he grips me by the waist, pulling me toward him, the pungent liquid assaulting my senses, making me dizzy.

Oh God, no!