Powers that be.
Could it be?
No… no, there’s no way.
“So we’re going to hide for now.”
“Hide? Where?”
Another sultry smirk makes my heartbeat quicken. “You’ll see.”
I like this side of Lyam so much better than the brooding captor. I still don’t trust him, though.
“But you were home last night!”
“It doesn’t matter, Cosette. They’re not looking for evidence or alibis. They want to look like the good guys by putting us away.”
They. They who?
What a complicated life he leads.
“Right,” I say with a sigh.
“So until we get to the bottom of this, we hide.”
“And what does ‘getting to the bottom of this’ entail?” I ask.
He smiles at the guns like a boy with his toys.
Lovely.
“You’ll leave that part to me. For now, let’s get you settled.” He glances at his phone. “Looks like I got a call from Dr. Martin.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lyam
Fucking Montague’sgot it in for us.
I had hardly any warning at all before I knew—he’d pinned last night’s activities on mobsters in his precious city and struck while the iron was hot. How fortunate for him he could attack my family and try to use us as the whipping boys for his run for office.
No fucking way.
We have informants. We’ve got people on the inside. And as soon as he blew the whistle and sent thegendarmerieto arrest me, I got the word.
I’ll pay my informant well.
But first… Cosette.
I don’t like to run, and I’m not one to hide. But my obligation is to Cosette.
I know where we’ll hide until we get our footing. Hidden behind a thick forest of trees, Le Marquise will suit our needs, at least until I can conference with my brothers and come up with a plan of attack.
Adrenaline still pumping from that godawful high-speed chase, I make sure Cosette’s safe. God, if I’d done anything that would’ve caused harm to her or the baby—but no, she’s totally fine, thank fuck.
The car, on the other hand, will need some love.
I call Dr. Martin back.
