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bedroom cracked open before Lacey slipped into the hall. Tyler shadowed her. Figured her men would refuse to leave their soul mate alone with a stranger. Still, it was probably best they hadn’t assigned Mason to watchdog duty. His hulking frame would remind the woman Jeremy had rescued too much of the muscle-bound bullies Morselli employed.
    “How is she?”
    The woman hadn’t uttered a peep during the entire ride to his friends’ home. Jeremy couldn’t risk admitting her to a hospital in case Morselli found out. But she hadn’t seemed to believe him when he assured her he’d brought her to a nurse. That Lacey would help.
    He guessed she’d been too scared to hope for the impossible—terrified the prospect of escape might be another cruel deception used to break her spirit. God only knew what she had endured.
    “She’s hanging in there.” Lacey ran her hand down his arm, lending him strength. He loved how unafraid of him she was. Same as Izzy. If they had learned his secrets, they never would have relaxed like this around him. “Dehydrated, malnourished, exhausted, exhibiting shock symptoms and bruised all over. Somehow, still optimistic. And so very grateful for your help.”
    His disbelief must have shown through his attempted mask.
    “Truly. You saved her life, Jeremy.”
    He would have objected but Ty cut him off. “She asked to speak to you. After her shower and dinner, Lacey gave her some strong shit. She’s checking out quick. Go ahead before she’s asleep. We can settle stuff afterward. Meet us in the living room when you’re done.”
    Jeremy nodded then strode past his friends.
    Lacey had plugged a nightlight in the outlet near the bed. In the dim glow, the shadows beneath the woman’s eyes seemed enormous. He approached her cautiously, unwilling to wake her if she’d conked out or frighten her if she hadn’t.
    “You really took me away from there?” She winced. “It’s over? I never have to serve him or his friends again?”
    “Christ. I’m so sorry. Please forgive—”
    “Not necessary.” She waved her fingers at his apology as if she lacked the energy to move her entire hand.
    “The hell it isn’t. I used you. I had no right.”
    “You did what you had to. Same as I have.” She grimaced. “Better actually, since you tried to stop me.”
    “I didn’t fight very hard.” He sank into the chair beside her bed, ridiculously pleased when she reached out to touch his knee.
    “You get off on BDSM.” She sighed. “So do I.”
    “How’d you end up…”
    “A slave? I chose to submit.” She huffed then sniffled when her eyes filled for what he’d bet was the first time in months.
    Jeremy scooted closer, rocking her against his chest. Once the flow began it didn’t stop for long minutes. Eventually her sobs quieted to soft hiccups. He didn’t ask for more, but she elected to give it.
    “My M-master used to be kind—stern though attentive. Like you…”
    He cringed.
    She enfolded his hand between her chilled fingers and kissed his knuckles. “That was a compliment.”
    “If he’s so damn great, how could he abandon you? Why didn’t he protect you?” Jeremy sneered as he considered his own failures.
    “He got s-sick.” She shook her head slowly. “No. Hooked on drugs. I had to remind myself it was a disease, something killing my Master as surely as if he’d contracted AIDS or had cancer. The chemical ate him from the inside. It attacked the man I loved and destroyed him cell by cell. There’s a substance. If it has an official name, I’ve never heard it. Morselli’s staff and his prisoners call it Sex Offender. It’s supposed to be some kind of libido-enhancer. It’s potent. Unimaginably addictive. I think it makes you crazy if you do too much.”
    “I know.” Jeremy winced.
    “You’ve taken it?” She would have scooted to the opposite edge of the bed—or hobbled from the room—if he hadn’t stopped her.
    “Not willingly.” He cursed. “It’s a long