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Chapter 39

They did set up their headquarters in the master suite, Jason's discomfort over the handcuffs notwithstanding.

"Hold her," Galen told Jason, setting the struggling bundle down on the bed. One thing he wasn't going to make his son do was dig through the nightstand where he kept his sex toys. He drew out the handcuffs and wrist bands, then made sure both cuffs were securely latched before he untied the belt from around her wrists.

"I don't even want to know why that looks like you know what you're doing," Jason muttered. "I'm going down to get the backpack and briefcase. Maybe some soda. I could sure use a hit of caffeine."

Galen stroked his fingers through Lydia's snarled hair, much as he'd done in the truck the whole way home. "I know you're still in there, sweeting. Anything you know that can help would be useful here. Fight the bitch. Don't you dare leave me."

Her eyes flickered brown but only for a moment, then the red came back, more vivid than ever.

"Red. The psychic said the
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