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I lifted my hand and caressed his cheek. “I think it did. I’m going to go in there with a Son by my side and we’re going to tear the place apart. That sounds like justice to me.”

He scowled, then gave a soft smile. One that didn’t last long before his brow suddenly creased as he reached up with both hands to cup my face. “Come back to me. Do you hear me? Come back or there’s no telling what I’ll do to get you back.”

He means death, right? His. Own. Death. Would the cold, detached, savage London St. James do the unthinkable to come for me? I searched his gaze as the answer rose. Unthinkable for me…but not for him. I was sure he’d thought about it more than once.

Agony ripped through my chest, tearing me open as that realization hit me. “I’ll come back,” I promised. “Whatever it takes, I’ll come back.”

“Good,” he murmured, lowering his hand as he pulled me close.

I closed my eyes as my arms slid around him and inhaled his seductive scent one last time. It was not anywhere near long enough when the heady thud of footsteps headed our way. Anger burned inside me as Guild cleared his throat, shattering the moment with two simple words. “It’s time.”

London released his hold, turning his attention to the intrusion. “Looks like it’s time to shine.”

“And be shot at,” I muttered.

“Not before you shoot at them,” London added. “Carven told me you held your own yesterday.”

“Held. My. Own.” I stepped away, shaking my head. “Only you would put it like that, London.”

I was pure rage. Brutal and deadly…and just like one of his sons.

London strode for the door, leaving Guild and me to follow.

I tried not to think about the haze of rage. But the moment I stepped out into the hallway and found the others waiting for me, that same bloodthirsty need lifted its ugly head and this time, the beast inside me smiled.

Without a word, I followed them out the rear of the house and climbed in to the mysterious black Hummer that took up most of the driveway. Doors closed with a series of thuds. Still, no one spoke as the deep snarl of the engine filled the space and we backed out of the driveway.

It wasn’t until minutes later when everything outside seemed to blur that Carven touched my hand and drew my focus.

“You okay?”

I met his stare. “Yeah.”

“We’re going in quiet, okay? I’m going to be right there with you. I won’t let them touch you.”

My breath caught as I envisioned the hell we were about to walk into. “I know.”

“Just stay with me, Wildcat. No running away this time. Promise me.”

There was a tremble in his voice. A kind I had not heard before. I met his stare before he flinched and looked away. A seed of fear sprouted deep inside me. Carven was worried. No, he was more than worried. His hand clenched around the gun. He was scared.

My pulse stuttered at the knowledge. If he was scared, then I should be terrified. “We’re going to survive this,” I whispered. “We’re going to find Colt and get him free.”

But Carven didn’t turn to me.

He just slowly nodded his head as he stared out the window.

I sat there and watched the streets pass as we slowly made our way out of the city and back to hell. I’d escaped this place once before. I’d escaped, and I’d survived. I shifted my gaze to the black Explorer London drove in front of us. London had been the one to risk it all and rescue me once before.

Now it was our turn to do the same…if Colt was still alive.

NINE

Carven

I sat at the base of a towering pine, watching the others in the dark, and suppressed a shiver. It was cold…damn cold. My breath blew white in front of my face. I was sure it was about to snow. That’s all we needed.

The faint green glow of Harper’s live satellite footage was the only light source the five of us had while we waited in the forest two miles from the compound which held The Order.

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