Just enough to knock you out until my guards arrive – and bring you to a more private location.” Where she’d be tortured, he didn’t need to add. Bastard. How much had she been exposed to? The cut was shallow and short. But she knew the gloriella was already racing through her, just as it had on the days after she’d lain beside Sam’s broken corpse, smelling the musky smoke still clinging to him. She had to go. Now.