ELARA’S POV I tore away from the kiss, shoving him with every ounce of strength I had left. My heart was pounding, my lips still burning from the heat of him, from the frenzy he brought with just one touch. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I gasped, breathless, angry… no, shaken. “That guy drugged your drink, El,” he yelled, voice breaking like glass. “He slipped something into it when you weren’t looking.” My knees buckled. Just like that, the floor vanished from beneath me. “No,” I whispered. “He didn’t seem like someone who could… do that.” My voice sounded so small. Pathetic. Like I was trying to convince myself more than him. “That’s the damn thing, Elara,” he snapped, pacing in front of me, raking both hands through his hair like he was trying to claw the thoughts out of his own head. “These traffickers, these predators they don’t have a warning sign on their forehead. They don’t come with a flashing neon label that says ‘monster.’ They wear a smile. They make sm
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