He grabs me by my wrist and starts dragging me down the tight turns and pathways. Five minutes later, I see the end of the tunnel. Grass sprawls out around our feet as he continues toward the opening. I widen my eyes to stop them from smudging when I see the township ahead. Little cabins are built around each other, where a large run-down building sits. It looks like an abandoned hospital.

“What is this place?” I let him drag me down the grassy mountain and toward the cabins.

“Somewhere you don’t want to be.” He tightens his grip around my wrist, but I try to force myself out of it. Finally, he spins around, his eyes wild on me. “Fucking move, Ruby. I don’t have fucking time for this shit.”

“What!” I yell. “You don’t have time to fucking kidnap me? Drug me? Fuck me while drugging me? Are you kidding?” The piercing siren gets louder as we get closer to the cabins.

He hisses, grabbing the mask and tearing it off his face. It’s then that I see the disarray of his hair and the panic in his eyes. “It’s fucking Poppy! That siren?” He points down toward the asylum and goose bumps break over my skin. “Only goes off when someone in The Institution is dead—so can you fucking move so I can make sure it’s not my sister.”

“Wait a minute—” I wave my hand in front of my face. “Are you telling me that she helped you kidnap me?”

“The fuck?” Wicked’s brows dip inward. “Where did I say that? Those drugs got you fucked up. No! I brought you here because it was part of my duty. Because if I fucking didn’t? He would kill Poppy!”

“And these are your friends?” I scrunch up my face, but the horror is sprawled out over it. I’ve never been good at hiding that.

“Friends?” Wicked laughs violently, his head tilting back. And even though it was done sarcastically, seeing his straight white teeth and the two dimples on either side of his cheeks almost slaps me on my ass.

Wow. I never want to see that fucking smile again. Evil bastard.