id air, freezing the blood in Bea Gall

ing in the swamp mud, her white slip stained brown and green

el saw his "property" looking like a piece of garbage, he would feed B

s legs were completely numb from terror. She swayed, her kn

ick hemp rope.** The rope fell away. Haley's arms dropped to her sides like lead weights. The sudden rush of blood back into her

e thing. If you show him one ounce of fear, if you make one mistake, I will ensure you su

down the jungle path toward the front of the estate. Haley stumbled over t

atte-black George Patton SUVs roared to a halt in front of the portico. The mer

her knees on the rough, burning asphalt of the driveway. The im

rom him was palpable. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket. He wore a black tactical shirt, the fabric pull

eep, dangerous furrow appeared between his brows. His eyes dropped to the mud caked on Haley's legs, the dirt on her face, the filthy white sl

was trying to fix the mess. **Bea stepped forward and gave Haley a hard shove. Haley lost h

led, her voice shrill. "Clea

y combat boots were covered in a thick layer of

by guard and threw it at Haley's head. It hit her cheek and fell to the as

es made her hands feel like they belonged to someone else. She looked up, just an inch, catching sight of Axel's fac

Let her clean it," Axel's voice cut through the heavy air, low and dangerously quiet. "But keep you

order rather than offering protection. The silence in

y rag. She was kneeling on the burning asphalt, staring at the muddy boo