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himself together. Tears would solve nothing. Only action would bring Finch home.
Hugh spun around, eager to get to his office and piece things together, when he noticed
something sparkling beneath the armchair. He dropped to his knees to investigate and
uncovered a single amethyst cufflink. It was from the set he’d given Finch on his tenth
anniversary of employment.
Finch loved his cufflinks. There was no world in which he’d leave one behind. All at once, Hugh
saw the truth. Finch hadn’t left the estate of his own volition—he’d been kidnapped. Without
time to leave a note explaining the situation, he’d thrown a cufflink down in the hopes Hugh
would find it, figure it out, and rescue him.
Only who would want to kidnap his Finch?
Hugh looked wildly around the room, scrambling to find other clues. Why would kidnappers
remove all of Finch’s belongings? To cover their tracks, of course. Doing so would trick Hugh
into thinking Finch had packed up and left all on his own. Heartbroken over Finch’s decision,
Hugh would be emotionally vulnerable… at which point, one of the jilted Disgraces from the
ball could swoop in and woo him, securing his or her spot by his side.
It made so much sense, Hugh audibly gasped. His poor Finch, abducted by his own kind and
taken god knew where all so another omega could lay their claim on Hugh’s heart. Well, the
joke was on them, because Hugh saw through their little scheme, and he wasn’t going to stand
for it.
“Never fear, Finch,” Hugh declared to the empty room. “I know what’s going on, and I will be
putting an end to it. Be brave, my love. I’m on my way. Wherever you are, I will find you, even
if it takes a lifetime.”
Blood rushing in his ears, Hugh sprinted from the room and down the hall. He had a bag to
pack and a certain dragon lawyer to call. Visas to allied clan territories weren’t going to write
themselves.
Finch
Just as the reviews on the Attendant network had promised, Atticus Drake was a good dragon
to work for, if a bit of an odd duck. He was obviously a Drake, if only by his royal purple eyes.
His hair was no longer black. Instead, it was a beautiful silver. His body, on the other hand,
was as fit and trim as any dragon’s. Atticus was, even by dragon standards, quite old, and
