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me.”
    “Sir. Yes, Sir.” The security officer stood at attention.
    “Is your superior on the premises?”
    “Affirmative, Sir.”
    “Take me to him.”
    “Her, Sir. And I can’t leave my post.”
    “Roger that. Point me where I need to go.” For a beat, Tar wasn’t sure he convinced the younger man. Shit!
    The security guard radioed ahead, receiving clearance. “Go ahead, Sir. First left, there’s an office. She’s expecting you in the next two minutes.”
    Tar didn’t hesitate and took the opening provided. He had half a mind to just blow past the office, but knew that would delay finding Keeley. So he decided to meet this woman and hope for the best, until he heard a scream. Fuck protocol. He took off at a dead run.
    What greeted him was straight out of a nightmare. Keeley was up on the table, blood dripping down her legs and ripped stitches. He saw the scalpel in her hand. Worse…he locked eyes with the demon in control. “Who the hell gave her drugs?” he roared in absolute fury.
    The doctor shot him an indignant glance. “She was in excruciating pain.”
    “Yeah. Well, now, she’s out of her ever-lovin’ mind.”
    “Damn. Addict.”
    “Ah Captain Obvious, nice of you to show up.”
    A metal bed pan went careening past the good doctor’s head as Tar jerked his arm, pulling him out of the line of fire. Something was off. She should’ve been in a blissful state, not crazed. “Was she given other drugs?”
    “I-I don’t know. I just got here.”
    “Wait a fuckin’ minute! You mean to tell me you gave her meds without checking her goddamn chart?” Incredulous at the gall this doctor had.
    “We don’t have…” He never finished what he meant to say, at that particular moment, Keeley hit her target.
    Doc was down for the count, leaving Tar to talk some sense into her. She might look like the woman he loved, but Tar wasn’t born yesterday. The person off her rocker before him wasn’t someone he could reason with. His brain quickly gave him the data necessary to subdue her. To the right were handcuffs, yet in her state, she’d have the strength of ten men. As much as he hated the next option, it was the only one that made sense. He needed to tranquilize her like a damn animal. Tar’s heart rebelled, but his head knew it was the only chance.
    The moan from the floor told him he had only a couple of minutes at best. Studying what lay there in plain view, he recognized what he needed: chlorpromazine. He really didn’t relish giving her dopamine, however, his choices were limited. And yes, he was fully aware he could permanently damage her brain beyond repair. He stalked forward. Keeley cocked her head to one side as if she were attempting to solve a calculus equation. Tar never took another step, piercing pain shot through his neck as a needle dug deep and cruel.
    The large man fell in a heap as a stern woman looked down in disgust. “Damn men charging in to save the day.” She nudged him with her foot ensuring he was out cold.
    Her gaze rose to Keeley, who began tearing at her stitches, as she screamed, “TARIUS!” before the tranq gun went off from the floor. Keeley fell off the bed and slammed her head against the concrete in a sickening crack.
    “Wonderful, dumbshit,” the woman growled as she rushed over to the patient. “We’ll be damn lucky if you didn’t scramble her brains.”
    “Won’t that make it easier?” he inquired, standing up.
    “They don’t take ‘em if they aren’t fully functioning human beings,” she answered in disgust.
    “Well, damn. Let’s get to work and make sure she is one then. I need that money.”
    The woman smiled in a mean way. “If you fucked her up beyond help, I’ll do the same to you tenfold.”
    He blanched. She was good on her threats, and he knew it all too well. Gloving up, he began to work on the beautiful, young woman before him. God, if he desired women, he’d want to fuck this one. Absently he shot a sidelong glance at the men