*Chloe*

I didn’t know if it was the jostling from my sudden, unceremonious dump into the chair that woke me out of my dreamless stupor or not. All I knew was one moment, there was nothing, and the next, I was keenly aware of how sore my butt was where the tranq dart had gone in.

I couldn’t believe he’d tranquilized me after I had been drinking. He could have killed me. Anger flared inside of me, but I had to keep it bottled up. I couldn’t let it ...