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the quilt mere weeks before she’d died. For it to now be used as a rag turned Eden’s stomach.
    “That was a one-time mistake,” Leo said to Jasper. To his men, he added, “I want those two loaded on the sub within the hour.”
    “Yessir.”
    The sub ? Eden felt trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn’t wake up. The station was her safe place. Leo had always been her friend. None of this made sense.
    “Get the hell off me!” Jasper struggled to free himself, but was overpowered when two additional men entered, manhandling him back up against the wall. Yet another man appeared, jabbing a syringe into Jasper’s upper arm. Jasper bucked and kicked to get free, but then faded. “I’ll fucking kiiillll . . .” His sudden slur followed by silence terrified her.
    “Did you kill him?” Eden escaped her captor’s hold to rush to him, but now Leo held her back.
    “Relax.” Leo’s voice was the same as it had always been, but all warmth was gone from his familiar blue gaze. “Why would I dream of hurting your sweetheart when he’s more valuable to me as leverage than as a corpse?”
    He nodded to the men holding Jasper upright. Gripping him under his arms, they dragged him out of her room and into the corridor.
    Panic swirled her thoughts, but for Jasper’s sake—her father’s and Dane’s too—she had to remain calm. She didn’t have the luxury of falling apart.
    “Leo, you’re a scientist. Think about what you’re doing. Where are my father and Dane? If you’d take me to them, I’m sure together we could figure this out.”
    “Later.” He motioned to the lone mercenary standing beside him. “I prefer to deal with our friends after dinner. If you’d be so kind, Chad, please administer Eden’s cocktail, then let’s be on our way.”
    “Yessir.” From a pocket on the right sleeve of his white parka, he withdrew another syringe. Before she had time to scream or even think, he’d plunged the contents into her arm.
    Seconds later, Eden’s world faded to black.
     
     

4

     
     
    JASPER WAS INITALLY slow to wake, but once consciousness was within reach, he fought for it. The day’s events rushed at him like an angry wind.
    Eden . Where was she? Was she all right?
    He turned his head and found her beside him. She was out cold and like him, had her arms bound with zip ties. The faint rise and fall of her chest told him she was alive. Relief slowed his pulse.
    Judging by their jostling surroundings, they’d been stashed in a moving snowcat’s cargo hold. Angry rock music played over the howling wind. The two assholes who’d nailed him rode in front. Outside the vehicle’s thick windows, they traveled through whiteout conditions. This time of year, the sun never set, which meant without the watch they’d taken from him, he had no basis for even guessing how long he’d been out. Why couldn’t these guys have gone old school with a nice chloroform soaked rag? He could have detected the cloying sweetness and held his breath.
    The driver said, “We should’ve been there by now. Check it again.”
    Jasper tensed while eavesdropping on the conversation.
    “Already told you, GPS is offline. Satellite angle must be wrong.”
    “ Fuck .” Judging by a loud thump, Jasper guessed the driver slammed the heel of his hand against the wheel. “I’m sick of this frozen nightmare. Nothing works. Ask me, Leo’s lost his shit. There’s no treasure—just some crazy, paranoid psycho chasing ghosts.”
    “Don’t kill the messenger, man. Trust me, no one’s more ready to get the hell out of here than I am. I’ve got a cousin in Hollywood who’s gonna get me on with a stunt crew.”
    “Cool story, bro.” That smart-assed comment ended the exchange.
    Jasper raised his wrists to his mouth, pulling the zip tie mechanism as tight as it would go. From there, he lifted his arms over his head, then brought them down fast like a pair of chicken wings. The tie snapped.
    Between the music and wind, his