No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man. -Heraclitus
Drake pulls me into his arms, cradling me to his chest. Releasing me, he tilts my chin up. He touches my blood-stained mouth then pulls a handkerchief from his suit pocket.
"What the hell were you doing out here alone? Where's Paul? He's supposed to be keeping an eye on you."
I push away from him. Tears run down my face. "I'm not your prisoner or possession."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel that way." He caresses the back of my neck. "What did they want?"
"Stephen wanted this." I show him the envelope, avoiding his gaze.
"What're you not telling me? What else did he say?"
"He said he always gets what he wants."
"And it's not just the package he wants, is it?"
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