Page 48 of The Last Ultimatum: Part 2

I had no idea what hell she’d experienced in there. But whatever it was, I’d probably counseled someone through worse. This was my mate and there was no way I’d let her live a half life of regrets. We’d get through this and we’d both be stronger than ever for it.

Before I could whisk her away, people started stopping by and thanking her. A long line had formed of those wishing to see her.

It was soon clear that my brave, gorgeous, self-less mate had freed them all. She was the heroine of her own story and I couldn’t be prouder.

I stood by her side until the last person passed through. Seeing she was exhausted, I took control of the situation and got her out of there.

“Oh wait. My parents.”

The devastated look she gave me told me all I needed to know. I’d get the details later, but it was clear my parents hadn’t survived.

“I see.”

I didn’t know how to feel about that.

A mix of emotions ravished me. The sadness and anger of learning my parents died was overshadowed by the joy and relief of finding my mate.

With all of Westin Force onsite and taking control of the situation, or at least as much as they could with the human police involved, I wrapped a protective arm around my girl and escorted her back to the hotel.

They were already calling it the largest human trafficking ring in history. If only they knew the real truth.

As we reached the front of the hotel, Collectors were quickly making a mass exodus. They weren’t people who wanted such publicity. I had a feeling we wouldn’t be seeing many of them any time soon.

“Ah, I see you found yourself another little pet,” Bartholomew said. “Smart man. Maybe I’ll see about snagging a few on my way out as well. Bravo, Logan.”

He was so outrageous that all I could do was snort in response as I escorted Tilly to the elevator.

She was quiet on the ride up.

“You look exhausted,” I told her.

“So do you,” she replied.

“Turns out I don’t sleep very well without you in my arms.”

“Same.”

“How about we call it a night? We can deal with everything else tomorrow.”

“Okay, but how’s Chelle?”

“You can see for yourself.”

“She’s still here?”

“Yeah.”

“How about the kids?”

“They arrived a few hours ago. They’re all safe.”

“I’m really sorry about your parents.”

I gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“You don’t have to talk about it right now. But someday I’d like to hear about it.”

“Okay.”

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