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“Thanks.” As I took a sip, the woman disappeared into the tables, and I wondered where her tray was. She’d only been carrying my drink.

I took another sip. A second later, dizziness hit me, and the room spun.

Oh boy. Maybe I’d had more to drink than I realized? I set the drink down on an empty table before I dropped it and pressed a hand to the wall.

Everything spun again.

I needed Reath. My stomach swirled uncomfortably. No. I was not going to be sick in the coolest bar in New Orleans.

“Hey, are you okay?”

The Texas twang had me looking up at a man in front of me. He had a nice face that was filled with concern, although he was a little blurry.

“I need to find Reath.”

The man slid an arm around me. “Take it easy. I’ve got you.”

“Can you help me find him?”

“Sure. Let’s go this way.”

We set off, and another wave of dizziness washed over me. That’s when I realized we were heading toward the back of the bar. I frowned.

“This isn’t the way.”

“It is.” His grip tightened. “Everything will be fine.”

A terrible suspicion hit me. I wasn’t drunk.

My drink had been spiked.

A shot of adrenaline hit my system, and I tried to push away from the man.

“Let me go.” My movements were clumsy and uncoordinated.

The man cursed. We struggled and spun. I slammed into a table, and one of the chairs tipped over and crashed to the floor.

I got free and tried to move, but I staggered.

Reath. I needed Reath. Everything was a blur.

“No, you don’t.” As the man gripped me again, his Texas twang was gone, a European accent leaking through. “You’re coming with me.”

29

REATH

Iheard the crash and knew Frankie was in trouble.

I spun and charged through Smokehouse, dodging tables. I sensed my brothers following behind me.

“Stay at the bar, Macy,” I heard Colt grit out. “Stay with London.”

I moved toward the back of the bar and saw a chair was tipped over.

Swiveling, I spotted movement and saw Frankie struggling with a man in the back hall. She looked like she was off balance.

What had he done to her?