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I awoke with a loud gasp, jerking upright, only to freeze when the cold bite of metal dug into my wrists and ankles. I was cuffed to the bedposts.

What the hell?

Panic kicked in, only to double when I saw him. Daxton. He was curled up beside the bed, his head resting by my side like he belonged there. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and even.

The bastard was asleep.

My heart pounded against my ribs. This had to be a joke.

It was clear that he'd kidnapped ...