She didn’t believe what she said. I could see it in her eyes, but I just squeezed her hand back.

“Anyway, Jake gave me a sedative. He wanted to call the cops, but Cole said absolutely not, and that was it. Cole and his team left, and we didn’t hear anything about you until this morning when Carter Reed rang Jake’s elevator. Jake was trying to keep it together, but I could tell he was geeking out like he did after the first event. Carter Fucking Reed was in my living room—that’s what he kept saying once he left.”

Sensing another ramble, I whispered, “What did he say?”

“Not much, to be honest. He said you were upstairs at Cole’s place, and he wouldn’t leave your side, but he needed to. Carter asked if I’d sit with you. He said that was the only way Cole would ‘take care of business.’ I don’t know what that means, and I didn’t ask, but here I am. Jake asked to come up, too, but Carter said no. And I don’t have a phone. They wouldn’t let me bring one up here. If I need to call out, there’s a landline I can use.” She glanced over her shoulder. “There are two big guys out there, and I’m sure a whole bunch more are stashed away somewhere. Your boyfriend might look like he goes around on his own, but he doesn’t. I’ve seen, like, thirty guys come in and out of this building this morning.”

“How long?”

It felt like a rock was stuck in the middle of my throat, and I had to talk around it. When I did, the edges scraped against me, drawing blood. It fucking hurt.

“It’s a little after seven o’clock now. I’ve been with you since about nine this morning. I heard some of the guys talking. They brought you in early this morning sometime. Then Cole made everyone wait or something.” She beamed at me, forcing a cheerful note into her words. “But I’m sure he’ll be back soon, and you can snuggle up to your big bad boyfriend. By the way, I totally approve after seeing him in action Friday night. If he doesn’t say it, I’m telling you: That man is in love with you.”

I mustered up some strength. I had to know. “Where?”

Sia shook her head, her mouth curving down in sympathy. “I don’t know where he is, but whatever he’s doing, I’m sure it’s for you. He’ll be back. He didn’t want to leave you. Even when I got here, he didn’t want to go. It took almost everyone convincing him that you’d be fine. Carter Reed was telling him to go, all the guys, or most the guys—and side note, they’re mafia guys, so I thought there’d be this whole ‘I take orders, but don’t say anything else’ kind of thing.” She shook her head. “Not the case. Your boyfriend’s their leader—I got that—but the guys were talking like they were a team or something. It was kind of cool. They all love him. I could tell. But anyway, even Dorian came up and reassured Cole that the entire building was locked down. Guards are everywhere. All the doors are under surveillance…” She trailed off.

It had been him.

Dorian.

It was him—the memory exploded in my head.

The hallway door opened, and the light lit up the room. One brief second…and I saw him. I saw the man who had interrogated me. I saw his back, then his profile as he turned down the hallway.

I saw him.

My entire body turned cold. He was a traitor. And I hadn’t told. I hadn’t been able to tell, and then I forgot when I woke up. How could I forget? I cursed myself silently, feeling tears of frustration on my cheeks. I had to tell Cole. He had to know.

“Addison?” Sia straightened up in her chair. She winced, trying to pull her hand away. “You’re killing my hand.”

I had a death grip.

“Addison, seriously. You’re going to break my fingers. I didn’t know you were this strong—” She squeaked, prying her hand from mine. “Holy shit.” She shook it out slowly, feeling her fingers and frowning. “What’s wrong?” She started to get out of her chair. “I can get someone. Dorian’s here. He can tell you you’re safe. No one’s getting in here to get you.”

I shook my head, jerking it from side to side. She couldn’t do that. “No!” My damn voice—it was barely a loud whisper.

“No?” She stood by the bed. “Addison, you’re freaking me out. What’s wrong?”

“I—” My throat started to spasm. I couldn’t talk, or I couldn’t rush it, at least. I had to go slowly to get the words out. Taking a big damned calming breath, I forced myself to speak slowly, “Phone. Call Cole.”

“I can do that.” Sia grabbed the phone next to the bed and held it out. “What’s his number?”

Our gazes caught—I had no idea. She grimaced, then perked back up. She began searching through drawers. “I’m sure he’s got his number around here…maybe? Maybe not. And you know, they didn’t want me to have my phone so I can’t even use that some way.” She gestured to the hallway. “Let me ask Dorian. I’m sure he has Cole’s number.”

No, no, NO! I shook my head as fast as I could, but the words wouldn’t come out. She left, and along with her, my only hope.

Fuck that.

Every part of my body was hurting, but I slipped from the bed—and crumpled to the floor. I landed hard, feeling stabbing pain shoot up my legs, but I gritted my teeth and scooted to the bathroom. I didn’t want to leave Sia on her own, but if she didn’t know, maybe he’d leave her alone? It was my only chance, so as I heard her coming back, I grabbed the phone and went into the bathroom.