So much emotion hit me at once from that look it nearly stole my breath.
“Mine.”
The word shattered straight through me.
Not ownership.
Not control.
Something deeper.
Protective.
Absolute.
Like he’d fight death itself before letting anybody touch me again.
Wolf looked away first with a muttered, “Well damn.”
Trigger smirked tiredly. “About time somebody said it.”
But Hersh never broke eye contact with me.
Not once.
And for the first time since this nightmare started?—
I realized somethingterrifying.
Shepherd wasn’t the only obsessed man in these woods tonight.
The difference was?—
one of them loved me enough to die for me.
And the other?
Was a sick bastard.
64
BLAZE
By the time we reached the safehouse, dawn was starting to bleed gray across the mountains.
Nobody relaxed.
Not even close.
Shadow Division vehicles surrounded the property.
Operators moved across rooftops and tree lines with rifles ready.
Motion lights cut through the rain.
Every entrance guarded.
Every window watched.
