Page 3 of Shattered Vows

The man who is looking at me as if he’s ready to murder me.

I open my mouth, but he closes the distance before I can scream. His warm, smooth palm slides over my lips. I thrash in his arms, but it’s useless. He’s too big, too strong.

His lips come to my ear. “Hello, Rapsody. Or should I say, Lillian?”

I haven’t heard his gravelly voice in four long years. My green eyes meet his caramel ones in the mirror, and I still at the hatred resting in them.

“I’ve finally found you.” His lips curl into a cunning smile.

The day has come.

My past has caught up to me.

Today of all days.

Chapter

Two

KOL

TWO WEEKS EARLIER…

My heart jackhammers as I stare at the image on my phone.

It’s her.

Over the years, there have been too many false alarms, so when my new private investigator, referred to me by Mr. Smith, texted me saying that he’d found Rapsody, I didn’t hold out a lot of hope. Figured it was another false identification.

But there’s no denying this is her. The long blond hair and emerald eyes that live in my nightmares. She still has the same innocent, almost childlike expression, as though everything in the world is shiny and new.

I run my thumb along the screen over her face. It’s been a long three years of searching. It took a year for me to cave and try to track her down to seek my revenge. A year where I fell further and further into the depths of my depravity. Hunting her gave me something to do, somewhere to put my pent-up energy to appease the part of me bent on making her pay.

Once I’ve recovered from my shock, I glance across the dining room table at my brother Sid. He’d sit beside me if my three brothers were here, but Nero and his fiancée, Maude, are still in bed. My eldest brother, Asher, and Anabelle aren’t returning from their honeymoon until tonight, so it’d be weird to sit next to Sid when it’s just the two of us.

I punch out a message back.

Give me an address where she’s living.

The response comes back immediately. Seattle.

What else?

She’s going by the name Lillian Harris now.

I scowl.

“Did it personally offend you?” Sid asks from the other side of the table.

My head whips up, and I meet his gaze. “It’s nothing.” I set the phone face-down on the table and resume eating breakfast.

But Sid is no fool. “You going to tell me what was in that message, or do I have to fight you for that phone?”

“I’d like to see you try.” I shove a piece of fruit in my mouth, narrowing my eyes.

We both know that with my special ops training, I’d have him on the floor and underneath me in seconds. But I’d be stupid to underestimate Sid. He might be the most charming of us Voss brothers, but there’s more to him than the veneer he shows the world. He might be the most dangerous brother of all because he’s so good at hiding his true self. The wolf tattoo peeking above the collar of his perfectly white pressed dress shirt is the only indication that there’s more than meets the eye to the put-together-attorney persona he adopts.

He shrugs. “Didn’t say I’d be successful. But I’d be a shit brother if I didn’t try.”

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