len

SUV, washing away the phantom heat of Damian Graves's grip. My heart w

a wall of solid muscle in black tactical g

unmistakable sign of a mind-link. When his focus sna

," Gunner rumbled, his deep voice

ady being shoved into the back of another Graves SUV by t

, keeping my voice devoid of the pan

gestured toward the sleek Gulfstream G650 idling on the tarmac

expose everything I had spent years hiding. I swallowed my pride, hunched my shou

rile trauma ward. The scent of rich leather was entirely overpow

rt monitor. Her eyes raked over my muddy boots and soaked tactical hoodie. She didn't recognize the clin

voice shrill with bruised ego. "Don't you dare

nodding meekly as I tri

smed outward, striking the bedside table with brutal force. A plast

Sterling shrieked, lungi

for the plastic rim, my fingertips brushed against Da

ack

ungs. It wasn't just static; it was a terrifying, soul-deep resonance that made my b

his heart instantly smoothed int

his breathing deep and even, but the agoni

He was testing the connection, drawing whatever he

ed, snatching the cup from m

, sinking into a cream-colored leather seat. I pulled my noise

s spooling up, Dr. Sterling's bewi

to Gunner, the absolute shock evident in her tone. "He

ad boarded this plane as a captive, but the sleeping Lycan in the front cabin had just tied an invisible,