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  More muffled sounds, someone curses, and then something falls over. For a moment, I’m worried about my brother, and when I hear footsteps headed toward the bedroom I’m in, I hurry away from the door and watch, heart pounding, as it opens, relieved once again when Abel enters.

  “Abel!” My voice quakes.

  He takes me in as he closes the door. He looks angry, unkempt, and tired. Coming closer, he grasps my chin in one hand and turns my head to look at the bruise.

  “I told you not to give them a hard time,” he says, letting me go.

  I rub my chin against my shoulder still feeling his fingers on me, and I don’t know how to answer him. Wild thoughts swim in my head as I remember the last few moments on the driveway. The lipstick I’d found. Abel’s silence when I’d asked him about it.

  “Abel?” I look at his back as he walks to the window and tries to open it. It doesn’t budge. He’s wearing a button-down shirt and jeans. I don’t think he had a jacket on when he got out of the car and the shirt looks like he’s slept in it. “What’s going on?”

  When he looks at me, he notices my arms are still behind me. He turns me a little to look at the bonds.

  “Don’t pull against them,” he says. “You just tighten them when you do that.”

  “What?”

  His gaze falls to my stomach as if he’s searching for signs of the pregnancy, and I find myself taking a step backward, suddenly wishing I hadn’t told him about it. I want to wrap my arms around my middle and protect my baby.

  “Abel?” My stomach tenses. “Cut the ties off.” Because why hasn’t he already? Why am I bound?

  He shifts his gaze back to mine. “Not yet.”

  “I thought you were helping me.”

  “I am. Believe it or not, I am.”

  “Those men, your…friends…they did this to me.” I turn my head to make him look at the bruise.

  He presses his lips together at least like maybe he doesn’t like it either. “And I warned you not to give them a hard time, Ivy.”

  “They carried me off, put a sack over my head. I thought…I thought you were sending men to help me.”

  “Like I already told you, I am helping you,” he repeats, sounding irritated while he checks his phone again.

  “Then why can’t you untie me?”

  He gestures to the men at the door. “I don’t want trouble with them. Not for you, not for me. So you’re just going to have to deal with the zip ties a little longer. Don’t struggle. It’ll be easier.”

  “A little longer? How much longer?”

  “Few hours.”

  “Why?”

  He shifts his attention to his phone, typing something in, not answering me.

  “I want to go home, Abel,” I find myself saying the words before I can stop myself. This is wrong. This is all so wrong.

  He tucks his phone away and tilts his head questioningly when he looks at me. “Home? Where exactly is that?” he spits. “That bastard’s house?”

  It’s me who doesn’t speak this time. He is so angry, angrier than I’ve ever seen him. My throat works as I swallow, as I struggle to stand my ground and not back away.

  “I have worked my ass off to get this done,” he starts, stepping toward me, dark eyes full of malice. I remember what I’d thought at the hospital. That even though Abel hates me, he hates Santiago more. But is he capable of hurting me to hurt him?

  “Do you have any fucking clue what it takes to organize something like this? Getting you out of that hospital. Giving you the location of the safe house. Making the arrangement for the fucking doctor. Do you have any—”

  “What doctor?” I ask, the room feeling icy suddenly.

  His glance shifts again to my stomach, and he seems calmer when he looks back at me again. “I’m doing what you want, Ivy. For you.”

  “What doctor, Abel?” I push, panic rising.

  “I’m going to get that monster’s baby out of you.”

  “What?” My voice trembles even as I hear my own words repeated with so much venom.

  “Isn’t that what you said? What you wanted?”

  “No. God, not like—”

  “It’ll be another two hours before the doctor gets here.”

  “I don’t want any doctor.”

  “You just stay put,” he says, ignoring me, refusing to hear me. “Stay in this room, and do not go out there. It’s safer for you. Do you hear me?”

  “I don’t want a doctor.” I’m shaking my head, my entire body beginning to shudder. “I’m not…” My voice cracks as I try to speak the next words. “Abel…it’s a baby.” I square my shoulders. “And I’m not going to hurt my baby.”

  He’s on me so quickly I just have time to let out a scream before his hand squeezes around my throat and he has my back pressed to the wall.

  “You need to learn to be fucking grateful, Ivy.” Spittle lands on my face when he says my name. “I could have one of those men beat it out of you, but I’m not doing that, am I?” He cracks his neck, eyes strange, the look inside them unhinged.

  I try not to struggle, try to stay perfectly still and breathe.

  “Fuck!” He squeezes hard once before he releases me, and I wonder about the rage inside him. The violence. I remain where I am as he walks to the door.

  But I can't let this happen. I can’t let him do what he’s planning.

  “It’s my baby too. Not just his.”

  He spins back so fast, right arm raised, his hand a fist, and all I can do is drop to the floor. Turning away from him, I try to protect my baby before he does what he warned. Before he beats the child out of me.

  “And you just spread your legs for that bastard like a whore! Fuck you, Ivy. This isn’t how this was supposed to go, but you just keep fucking things up!”

  I jump when he kicks the wall beside me, and I see the effort it takes him to stop. To force in an audible breath. He’s angry, so angry, and out of control.

  He mutters a curse as he walks to the door and opens it.

  “Abel?” I call out once because I have to know.

  He doesn’t stop.

  “Was it you? The poison?”

  That makes him stop. And I know it’s stupid to ask. I shouldn’t ask it. Not now. But I can't help myself.

  I shudder when he turns slowly, face expressionless, eyes dead. And I know the answer. I knew it at the safe house too. As soon as I found that lipstick, I knew.

  A moment later, without a word, he’s gone.

  I don’t get up when I hear the front door open and close. I don’t get up when the motion detector goes on outside of my window and I hear the engine start, the car whining as he reverses too fast off the driveway. I remain where I am, feeling sick for what is to come. For the mistake I’ve made. For the terrible cost.

  3

  Santiago

  Marco pulls his car up beside mine in the empty parking lot of a strip mall that's long since closed for the night. I stopped here to get my bearings and rack my brain for any other place I might check.

  I've been back by the hospital and Eli's room twice. I've checked her old apartment building. Her school. The few people outside of the Society who she spoke to in passing. Her family's house is under watch. They are all under watch. And driving the streets without any particular destination is only serving to exacerbate this insanity looming in the darkest parts of my mind.

  Abel hasn't shown his face anywhere, which can only mean he must be with her. And all I can think about are my sister's words. The conversation she overheard.

  He said he would sooner rot than let you impregnate Ivy. And if you did, he would cut the baby out of her himself.

  My eyes feel raw when I blink and try to shake away that thought. I can't go there. Thinking about it won't do me any good. Not until I find her and fix this once and for all.

  "I've got the situation with Hazel handled," Marco informs me. "Two guys are watching her place for the night."

  "Good." I nod at him, staring out a
t the street.

  "We have men everywhere," he says. "If she's anywhere on any of these streets, I can promise you we'll find her."

  He's trying to put me at ease, I think. But those assurances mean nothing. Abel would know I'd bring down the full power of IVI on him. I have an army at my disposal. He would have planned for that. And in my gut, I know Ivy won't be on these streets. She'll be hidden away somewhere he thinks I can't get to her.

  He hasn't responded to any of my texts. Not even the one about his father being alive. It seems my threats to torture Eli can't even draw him out, proving he truly has no loyalty to anyone or anything.

  "I think you should go home and get some rest," Marco says carefully. "There's nothing else you can do right now. You need to eat something and close your eyes for a few minutes."

  "I can't," I growl. "I have to do something."

  He watches me as I stew in my frustration. He doesn't know that every time I close my eyes, I see her face. I feel her body against me. And I smell her. The ghost of her scent haunts me, even when she isn't here.

  Something has snapped inside me. I don't know what it is, but I feel... broken. I never truly knew what that word meant until now.

  "We have to find her, Marco." I grab him by the shirt and shake him because I don't know what else to do. "I need her back.”

  "I know you do, boss." His hands come up to grip my arms, gently removing them from his shirt. His lips are set into a grim line, reflective of the way I feel. He knows as well as I do this won't end well.

  "There's one other option," he says quietly. "It isn't a pretty one."

  "What?" I demand. "What is it?"

  "The little girl," he says. "She might know more than she's letting onto. And I don't like bringing children into this, but if this is a life-or-death situation..."

  He's right. Evangeline is the key. She could give me answers. More places to search. Something on Abel. Anything.

  I'm already moving for my door handle when I freeze and turn back to Marco. "I don't know how to talk to children. I terrify them."

  "That may be true." His lips tilt up at the corner. "But not this one. I've seen the way she looks at you. She's not scared."

  "Scared, no," I admit. "She's defiant. Like her sister. But she's still young—"

  "Talk to her like an adult," Marco suggests. "And maybe she will surprise you."

  * * *

  Evangeline is still awake when Antonia opens the door and leads me inside. She's curled up in a chair next to the window, staring outside in contemplation. She's only thirteen, but she looks like someone burdened with the responsibilities and worries of an adult, and I realize Marco was right. She hasn't ever had the chance to be a child, I suppose. Not with a mother like hers, who would abandon her to the wolves for the sake of her own self-preservation.

  "What do you want?" She glares up at me as I move toward her.

  Despite the somber mood, I can't help but smile a little at her response.

  I pull the chair from the desk and come to sit across from her while Antonia lingers in the doorway.

  "You can go, Antonia."

  She hesitates for a moment before shutting the door softly and taking her leave. Eva watches and swallows before turning her gaze back to me. Her hands curl in her lap like she's preparing herself for a fight.

  "You are so much like your sister," I tell her.

  The softness in my tone seems to catch her off guard, and she jerks her chin in agreement. "I know. I don't need you to tell me that."

  "I think I never really saw it until now," I confess. "She must have been just like you at this age. Hardened by the world around her. Parents who are oblivious to her needs. It couldn't have been easy for her, as I'm sure it’s not easy for you."

  Eva's lip trembles, despite how much she's trying not to let it show. "You don't know anything."

  The tears clinging to her eyelids tell me otherwise.

  "I know that you think I’m a monster, and I suppose in many ways it’s true. But your sister has shown me that I am capable of more. I am capable of feeling things I never thought I could."

  Eva shifts, her eyes darting to the floor as her hair falls around her face. "If you care about her, then you wouldn't make her cry. You wouldn't have made her end up in the hospital like she did. That's not love."

  Love.

  The word hits me like a bullet, fragmenting inside my soul.

  "I'm not capable of love," I confess, throat raw. "But I have... feelings."

  My voice sounds foreign to my own ears as I try to unpack these thoughts to a child. I feel like I'm fumbling through this, and I don't know that I'm making any progress. But when Eva looks up at me, the tears have fallen from her eyelids and streamed down her cheeks, and she does not try to hide them. She is showing me her own vulnerability.

  "Everyone is capable of love," she whispers. "Even monsters. Because monsters are still men, and men have hearts. Even you, Santiago De La Rosa."

  I can feel my grimace. My doubt. It must show on my face. But Eva leans forward, studying me with an intensity that no girl of her age should possess.

  "I hate you for taking her away from me," she says. "You don't let me talk to her or see her. And you keep her locked up like a prisoner. If I'm being honest, I don't think you deserve her."

  "Those might be… valid points," I answer uncomfortably.

  "My point is you shouldn't go after her. Not if you don't love her."

  I dip my head and rub my aching temples. I don't know how to answer that. But I know that not having her here is not an option.

  "Eva, she's in danger," I tell her. "She's been taken, and she's being held somewhere against her will. Abel is involved somehow, and you're the only person who can help me right now. If something happens to her, if I don't get her back..." My voice fractures, and I reach out to touch her arm but stop short. "I am begging you."

  She frowns, worrying her lip between her teeth. "If that’s true, how could I help?”

  "I need to know where Abel might have taken her. It doesn't matter how small or insignificant you think it might be. It can be any place at all. We are running out of time, Evangeline. Your sister is pregnant, and he plans to take her baby. Our baby.”

  Her eyes widen in disbelief. “Abel would have told me if that were true.”

  “He didn’t tell you because he doesn’t want her to have the baby,” I answer.

  She sits there quietly, peeking up at me several times while she digests this news. I gather she’s trying to determine what’s true and what’s not.

  “I have no reason to lie to you,” I say. “I’m not a man who needs to be deceptive. I might say something you won’t like, but I won’t lie to you.”

  Her brows pinch together in challenge. “Why was my sister in the hospital?”

  “Because she overdosed on aspirin. And if you’d like to see her medical records, I have copies in my office. With proof of her pregnancy.”

  She flinches at the news I deliver without any sugar-coating, considering it for a long moment. When she speaks again, her voice is softer. “Why would Abel want to get rid of her baby?”

  “Because he hates me, and he can’t stand the thought of her having my baby.”

  “I know he hates you,” she admits.

  I meet her gaze, so there can be no misunderstandings that what I’m telling her is the truth. “He tried to kill me, Eva. He hired someone to poison me, and I almost died. Your brother is a dangerous man, and I don’t know what he might do to Ivy. But I know she isn’t safe, and I need your help.”

  She sucks in a sharp breath and stands up, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Then why are we here? Let's go look for her."

  A knock on the door interrupts us, and when it opens, I'm surprised to see Marco standing there. My eyes move over his face, searching for any sign of the news I've been dreading.

  "Boss." He nods at me and then Eva. "Someone left a package at the front gate. There's an address inside."


  "Ivy?" I breathe.

  He jerks his chin. "I think that's the meaning of it. But it could be a trap."

  I glance down at Eva, who's now tugging at my sleeve. "Take me with you," she pleads.

  "I can't." I frown. "It's too dangerous."

  She glares up at me and shoves me away. "Then go get my sister and make sure she’s safe. Don't waste any time."

  I turn around and head for the door, but the next thing she utters follows me out, echoing all the way down the hallway.

  "I guess that means you do love her."

  4

  Ivy

  Several hours pass as two of the men leave with one of the cars. I’m so tired and feel myself drifting off when I hear a car door open and close. By the time I get to the window, whoever it is is already inside.

  I wonder if it’s the doctor. Will he force me to have an abortion? I think about Dr. Chambers giving me that birth control shot, knowing I didn’t know what it was. But a birth control shot and an abortion are two very different things.

  I don’t know if it’s relief I feel when one of the men, the wiry one, walks into the bedroom carrying a bag of food from a fast-food place. My relief is short-lived when he gives me a gap-toothed grin and sets the bag on the nightstand. That and the single bed are the only pieces of furniture in the room.

  “Doc’s running late,” he says and turns to go. “Dinner.”

  “Wait!”

  Stopping, he turns to face me, and I feel myself shrinking back. “My wrists. Please undo the zip ties. They hurt.”

  “No can do.” He takes another step out.

  “Tie them in front then. I need to use the bathroom, and I can’t like this.”

  The other man comes into view, this one so big he has to hunch down to fit through the doorway. “What’s going on in here?” he asks.

  “She wants her hands untied.”

  “No, just…you can tie them in front. Please. I’m not going anywhere. Please. I really need to use the bathroom.”