Page 27 of Miles

Her fiancé.

She was engaged to this piece of shit in his linen suit, with his crew of bodyguards around him and an air of untouchability following his every movement. She had agreed to marry him? It hardly seemed possible. She wasn’t the type. Or was she? How would I know?

My dragon insisted she wasn’t his, she never was, she didn’t belong to a man like him.

The dragon was right, as always.

I wondered if his hands had touched her, if he had used her for his pleasure. I would tear those hands from his wrists and make him eat them while I watched.

“What’s her name?” Tamhas asked.

“Savannah Davison. Twenty-five, dark-haired. We found her Jeep not far from a cliff several miles down the beach and have been searching the area for her.”

“A cliff?” I winced. “That doesn’t sound promising.”

“Just the same,” he muttered, nearly snarling at me.

If only he knew who he was playing with. He’d stain that suit in the blink of an eye.

He raised a brow. “Search crews never found a body, so there’s still hope.”

“And we hope she’s found safe,” Gate replied. “Is there a way we can contact you if we see her?”

Rattlesnake’s gaze lingered on me for a beat as he pulled a card from his pocket. “Here you go. My private number.”

“Thank you, Mr.—”

“Please. Just call me Antonio,” he said, flashing Gate a tight, perfunctory smile before turning away. His men made it a point to stare at us a few extra moments before they, too, returned to their cars.

“By the way,” he called out, stopping just before ducking inside. “I’ll have to come back and check out your renovations when they’re complete. I’m sure it will be beautiful.”

“Do that,” I replied.

He snickered, shaking his head before disappearing behind the car door.

The energy among the four of us was high as they pulled away.

“How did he not know?” Tamhas muttered.

“Know what?” I asked, staring at the retreating vehicles.

“That we were about to tear him apart.” He turned to me. “There’s something very wrong with him.”

“You noticed, too?” Gate snarled as he turned to go inside. “Of course, you did. Any animal senses a dangerous presence.”

We followed him.

I was the last to go. I wanted to be sure Antonio and his lackeys did indeed leave.

Klaus and a few of his men were waiting just inside the doors, and all of them looked poised and ready to go on the offensive. “I don’t like him,” he growled.

“Join the club.” I looked down the hall, toward the room in which Savannah waited.

She didn’t know he was looking for her. Or perhaps she did. Perhaps that was why she didn’t want to speak. The truth was unspeakable.

“And there we were, thinking her father was the threat.”

Gate watched me as he spoke, I felt his eyes on me.

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