Her eyelids fluttered and shut, and her head fell limp to the side. He grabbed her face between his hands—the skin felt waxy and cold. Panicked, he checked her pulse—it was slow but steady.

"She's been drugged," Sophia whispered.

Sean turned and looked at her. He'd seen that there was a second woman in the bed, but he hadn't realized it was Sophia.

"With what?" he asked.

Sophia shook her head miserably, "I don't know. Something in a needle. She fought it for as long as she could, but he ...