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I knelt down and scrutinized the blade. “No blood.”

Maybe she got away.

I walked into the kitchen, spotting a cut up watermelon oozing all over the white center island. In the corner of the room, Luna’s phone sat on the counter.

“What about the dock around back?” Grayson pressed. He’d helped them look before I’d arrived. “Have we checked the boat?”

“Yes,” Red said.

The weight of each passing second pressed down on me, my mind racing to put the pieces together.

“What about the road out front?” I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to pummel Red for letting Alexander in here. “Maybe he had a second car parked out there.”

Red hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll have my men check again.”

“Split your men up,” I said, struggling to keep my emotions in check. “Have some go through every inch of this mansion again. Have someone else check the cottage, the boat dock around back again. Every other property on this estate. The surveillance footage. Look everywhere. And call the police.”

“Already did, sir. They’re on their way.”

“Grayson, you and I know this place better than anyone else. You look again downstairs; I’ll take the upstairs.”

I ran up the steps two at a time.

“Luna?” My voice echoed in the vast expanse, a raw desperation behind it. If she had managed to escape Alexander, she might be hiding, waiting for a sign of safety.

Hiding…

What if…

CHAPTER59

Luna

Darkness ebbed away, replaced by hazy gray light. Distant footsteps grew louder, each step making my head throb as if a nail was being hammered into it. Slowly, I forced my eyes open all the way, and when they did, my blurry surroundings slowly began to crystallize.

The footsteps ceased just in front of me. “You didn’t stay out long,” a voice drawled, dripping with irritation.

Coherent thoughts began to punch through the fog in my mind, slowly whipping out memories like a deck of cards, one at a time.

I moved my arm, intending to sit up, but my wrists were stuck. I jerked at them, trying to figure out why I couldn’t move them, and realized they were bound together.

“What the hell is this place?” he snarled.

Mingled with my will to survive was also a fierce determination to protect Hunter’s secret, especially from this man—a traitor, a wolf pretending to be part of his pack.

“Hunter collects weapons,” I croaked, my throat suddenly lined with sandpaper.

Alexander walked to the weapons wall and trailed his fingers along the many tools he could use to end my life.

“Bullshit,” he said. “I know people who collect weapons. They don’t keep them in a secret dungeon like this.”

Why hadn’t he killed me when he had the chance?

I wasn’t sure, but at least it gave me another chance to get away from him.

It took serious effort to shift my body up into a seated position and prepare for my next move.

Alexander stood to my right, blocking the smaller tunnel, but not the amber tunnel ahead of me. I’d run down the hallway, run up that staircase, and turn my back to the door so my hands could grab on to the handle to unlock it.

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