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That makes sense so I nod, but I’m not paying much attention to them. I just need to get my girl back. Preferably before Garth hurts her.

The rest of the drive is accomplished in complete silence. By the time we take the road that leads to the house, a deadly calm has settled over me. It was like this in the military, too, when we were heading into a fight. I was always the calmest, hyper-focused on the task at hand.

And this time the task is personal.

We slow down and I spot three motorcycles against a line of trees. No one is on them, but I know Silver and the others are nearby.

“Silver says the house is dark, he can’t see anyone inside but there’s no way to know for sure unless they break in.”

“Do it,” I say, pulling to a stop. “If she’s not here, we get the hell back on the road. But I think she is.”

Silver appears from behind the house and gives us a thumb’s up. I take a quick look around and then get out of my SUV. Since we came up to L.A. for the fight, I didn’t think to bring a weapon and I know Grim isn’t armed either. Metal, however, produces a handgun from his boot and hands it to me.

“Just in case,” he says.

I stuff it in the back of my sweats and stalk toward the house.

Silver has already picked the lock on the front door and is inside.

“Rage—she’s here!” I hear someone yell.

Thank fuck.

I’ve just stepped onto the porch when a car crunches up the gravel driveway. I lift my head and see him.

Garth.

Our eyes lock for a fraction of a second before he puts the car in reverse and his tires squeal as he takes off down the street.

“You take care of my girl!” I hiss at Grim. “I’m going after Garth!”

Before anyone can react, I jump back in my SUV and take off down the street.

Chapter Forty-One

Luna

My foot bleeds a lot at first. The cuts are pretty deep, but eventually the bleeding slows. It was incredibly uncomfortable, but I was able to bend my knees enough to tuck my feet under my butt, offering a little pressure. For the first time ever, my fat ass is good for something.

The irony doesn’t escape me.

For now, I’ve kept the rats at bay but I see them. They keep mostly to the perimeter but they’re watching me. The puddle of blood must attract them or something, so I’ve rolled to a different part of the room.

I’m going to be pissed if I can’t wear heels after this because the area of my toes that he sliced becomes too sensitive. I really fucking love heels. Especially now that I have a man tall enough for me to wear them.

Of course, that would assume I’m going to live long enough to see him again.

Fuck.

I’m exhausted, my mouth feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton, and I really have to pee. If I don’t get rescued soon, I’m going to piss all over myself, which is strangely the least of my worries at the moment.

I don’t know how I’m going to survive, but I’ll fight to the very end. If working at Shadow Security taught me anything, it’s that.

I’ve also had a lot of conversations with Allora about what she went through when she was kidnapped. She focused all her strength on surviving long enough to get revenge, and with the things they did to her, I have to be at least half that strong. She made it. After everything that happened, she managed to come out the other side, mostly no worse for wear.

If she can, I can too.

My Shadow Security family deserves a colleague who shows strength during adversity.