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"Collateral daet the hell out of there"

Savage nodded, knowing that was sound advice

But his thu to bother hi that gnawed at the perimeter of hisfor confirmation frorass, then tightened the focus on his binoculars Not on Massioni or his eous blonde whose heart-shaped face and pixie features seeely, distantly fa this fe

The face that teased at the frayed edges of Savage’s mind--and his heart--had no place here Not with criminals and killers like the ones assembled inside the villa that ired to blow on his co’s voice sounded in his ear "You got problee couldn’t answer that Not when his veins were filling with adrenaline and a sick feeling of apprehension was starting to take up space behind his sternu froht within the cage of Massioni’s thick arently as the Breedfriends Showing her off as if the bastard owned her

Fuck Don’t let that be her

"Status," Trygg de on?"

"I’ like hell he rong "Christ, I think I know her"

Trygg’s curse scraped across the earpiece "Bad fucking time for a reunion with one of your et, you don’t know her now"

No, he didn’t

Not anye watched, Massioni finally released the woues, a reestured at her dismissively Her placid smile still in place, the beautiful blonde pivoted away froe’s suspicion was confirmed

The proof was there on the back of her left shoulder--the scarlet mark of a Breednifying they were so more than mortal

The small teardrop-and-crescent-moon symbol rode this fee dreaded it would

"Son of a bitch I don’t believe this"

It was her

After all this tie snarled as Massioni playfully slided out of the rooe following her progress with the field glasses held in a grip so tight they should have shattered

Trygg was right He didn’t know her now

How the girl he once adored had ended up in the hands of a thug like Vito Massioni, he could only guess