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What if it’s hisfather?

But I don’t have time to dwell on it. Not now. Not when I still have to get out of here alive.

I lean down and riffle through the thug’s pockets. Nothing but a couple extra ammo cartridges.

I shove the extra ammo in my pocket, grip the gun tight, andrun.

FORTY-SIX

BANE

Moira is gone.

It’s the first thing I know when I wake up, and it’s the only thing that matters.

I sit up in bed, my hand shooting out to the cold space on the mattress beside me where she’s supposed to be curled up like a little snoring kitten.

I can’t believe I let those fuckers last night convince me she’d left me. I came back home and fell into bed with a whisky bottle, full of despair.

I drag a hand down my face.

What the fuck was I thinking?

Even if she ran, so the fuck what?

She thinks she can disappear on me?

She fucking can’t.

She’s mywife.

I stare at the empty sheets for a long time, forcing my breathing to stay measured. The possessive rage that coils insideme—dark, lethal, waiting—wants to tear through the walls and rip apart everything standing between me and her.

The Moira I know wouldn’t just run. No note. No message.

I know I was her first… everything. Relationship. Attempt at commitment. And she can get freaked out. She can get manic, her decision-making becoming erratic.

That’s just all the more reason to find her and remind her of all that’s so good between us.

But I don’t move. Not yet. Not until I have a plan.

Five minutes later, I finally swing my legs over the side of the bed, planting my feet firmly against the floor.

My phone is in my hand a second later, my fingers already dialing Domhnall’s number. It barely rings before he picks up.

“What?” His voice is sharp, groggy. I don’t care if I woke him.

“Where is she?”

There’s a pause. “Bane?—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

A slow inhale, like he’s bracing himself. “I don’t know.”

“Find out. You run a super security business, right? Well, let’s see you put it in gear. Help me find your sister.”

“I don’t?—”