Except I'm not.Not really.I'm somewhere in ether space, running toward Rogan.Except I can't find him.
Where are you, Rogan? Victor? Where are you?
Then a sharp poke in my neck, and my mind slowly clears.
"I had to give you something to counteract the drug," Dad says.
"What the hell are you dosing me with?Stop it!Stop it right fucking now!"
"It's done.The others are gone."
"The others?The others who thought it was just fine to give me more drugs?"
"They'll be dealt with."
Dealt with.For God's sake...
"What's going on?What happened to Rogan?"
"I don't know.I don't know who shot him—"
"He was shot?"My heart races.No.Please.Not Rogan.Not the man I love.
"He was.Didn't you hear the shot?"
"No, I—"
I was running.Adrenaline—and wolf blood—was surging through my veins.I was running from him.Running from my love, when he needed me.But I turned, I was going to go back...
"They probably used a silencer," Dad says."You couldn't have heard."
"Is he okay?"
"I haven't heard."
I sit up, and my head goes into jelly again."I have to go to him.He needs me."
"You're not in any condition to leave here."
"Where are we?"
"At The Wolfe Premiere.I booked a suite."
"So we're still in Vegas."
"Yes.I had no choice but to come.”His brow is furrowed.“Things have gotten worse.The lycans have..."
"Have what?The lycans havewhat?"
"They've allied with the demon empire, Hannah.With Richard."
I shake my head.No.Just no.Rogan would never do that.Rogan would—
"It's time to choose a side, Hannah," my father says, his dark brown eyes staring into mine.
"A side?"I swallow the lump in my throat.
How can I choose a side?I'm bound by blood to obey the vampire king.