corridor. Even the arrogant Vince Tucker f

He was dressed simply in a black t-shirt and jeans, but he radiate

ask, but a storm was r

tching from a distance, shrank back, melt

g onto two things: Aleah, and the grimy

stubbornness. He didn't let go. Instead, he pulled Aleah tighter agains

swer. He just s

erate, like a countdown to an execution. Each step landed li

step forward, but a single, ice-co

ader, and he looked down at the other man as if he were so

ce was quiet, calm, but it held t

ed, tried to hold his ground. "

inished th

s a blur of motion

ck echoed throu

y. The hand that had been holding Aleah was

pled to the floor, cradling his sh

r Vince's screams. Everyone was paralyzed

on the floor. He reached out, pullin

nd draped it over her shoulders,

ince. He took a step forward and planted his

again as Kaden

ropping to a glacial whisper. "You d

ain. "I'm sorry ... Mr. Knight ...

Sean. "Control your establishment," he said coldly.

he nearly fell to his kn

d without a word of warning,

ying instinctively to hi

ll his familiar, reassuring scent, now mixed with som

dor, carrying her past the

t the world. After the terror of the last few minutes, Ale

deposited her into the backseat of his familiar luxury car.