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I glance at my silent cell phone, which I’d tossed on the passenger seat. Everything must be quiet at home.

I hope.

The last building turns out to be a three-story townhouse on the edge of town. It’s not quite a mansion, but the house at the end of the quiet, leafy road is not a cheap one.

There are no lights on in the windows, no cars parked out front, and not even the barest hint of Rylan’s scent nearby. Damn. Where the fuck is he?

Has he holed himself up in a hotel?

I’d read him as someone who would bring the fight to us, not tuck himself away and hide. Was I wrong?

I’m about to pull away when an upstairs curtain flutters.

My eyes narrow.

I spend the next five minutes finding a parking spot farther away to hide my arrival, hesitate about taking my cell phone, and pocket it just in case. I have no doubt I can handle whatever trouble lurks in that house. Still, it doesn’t pay to be reckless.

No curtains flutter as I make my way up the five white stone steps. But someone is up there. Curtains don’t flutter by themselves. A fine layer of dust and grime covers the black fencing on either side, so whoever is in the house hasn’t been looking after the outside.

Time to find out who it is.

I glance casually at either side of the tree-lined street. Both sides are as quiet as when I arrived, so I close my hand around the handle and twist hard to the right. The metal crunches, and the lock breaks.

My wolf snarls loud enough to make me wince. It’s dangerous for him to distract me right when we’re about to take a step into what could be a steel trap.

I snarl back for him to shut it before he gets us both killed.

If his answering growl is a little more subdued than I’m used to, it’s only because of his survival instincts.

I step inside a dust-filled white and black marble entryway that might’ve once been something special twenty years ago, pushing the door closed behind me.

A footstep creaks a floorboard upstairs. I make my way to the white marble staircase, on high alert.

CHAPTER 17

SAIGE

I’ll give him a minute. No more.

The garden isn’t a restful place right now. Not when I can’t be sure whether someone was watching me, or if it was Kade, and I’m slowly losing my mind.

The main reason I’m so antsy is the evasiveness in Kade’s eyes. Because of Harley.

What is he even doing here? He said he wanted to get revenge on Rylan, but he was looking at me like it was more than that. And he would have heard what Kade and I were doing in the kitchen for him to have turned up when he did. He couldn’t have missed the musky scent of sex in the air. How could he not?

I have a sudden flashback to Kade pinning me to the kitchen table, his cock hammering into me as my body softened around his. Before Kade left the kitchen, he pocketed my torn panties with a wink, making me grin. The scent of him still clings to my skin.

I’m suddenly breathless at the memory of him filling me up. My body has never come alive to anyone the way it does with Kade. He’s in my blood, and I can’t imagine a future without him in it.

I shake my head to clear the thought away. Now isn’t the time to be thinking about sex with Kade, or of how his eyes creased with concern as he checked to make sure he hadn’t hurt me.

Now is the time to be thinking about what could be happening in the house.

Kade promised not to kill Harley, but you can do a lot of damage to a person without killing them. If anyone would know, I would.

And that look in Kade’s eyes…

He was smiling, and heseemedrelaxed, but now that I think about it, he didn’t actually confirm he wouldn’t kill Harley.

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