Prisoner (Criminals & Captives, #1)

by Annika Martin

I need sleep. Which means she needs sleep. I crush the pills I pulled from Nate’s stash. A sedative meant for dogs and cats. I stir it into the juice. She’ll be able to taste it, but that won’t matter. I’m not trying to hide the fact that I’m drugging her. “Here,” I murmur, taking her hands and showing her where the glass is, making sure she has a grip on it. She takes a sip and makes a face. I catch the glass before she can knock it away. “What is that?” she asks, sputtering. “Something to help you sleep.” “You drugged me?” “Not yet,” I say evenly. “One sip isn’t going to do anything. You’re going to drink this whole glass.” “Like hell.” Her swearing gets me hot. And that’s a problem, because in an hour she’s going to be asleep. “You are going to drink it, because the alternative involves cages and metal handcuffs. And then I’d probably stick a needle of horse tranquilizer in you for good measure.” Because judging from her bruised wrists, she might be willing to break her arm to get out. Most people think they’ll do anything to escape, but they won’t. Something about her is different. She’s fierce and a little bit crazy. It means I can’t trust her. It also means I really, really want her.