Page 358 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

Vance grabbed her radio. Then the speaker inside the unit came alive. Distorted voice.

“Hello, Elliot.”

He stopped. Ronan leaned closer to the monitor. Saint. Maybe. Elliot looked toward the speaker.

“Where is she?”

The microphone carried his voice clearly. Saint laughed softly.

“Still asking the wrong question.”

“Where is Claire?”

“Safe.”

“Show me.”

“Demanding.”

“Show me.”

A monitor inside the unit turned on. Claire appeared live. Different location. Still tied. Ronan’s stomach tightened. Not prerecorded. She moved. Breathing. Alive. Elliot stepped closer.

“Where?”

Saint ignored him.

“Did you enjoy your reward?”

Elliot’s face went blank. Ronan knew immediately. The sex. The bite. Saint had watched. His jaw clenched. Elliot said nothing.

“Ronan did.”

Ronan felt heat crawl up his neck. Vance looked straight ahead with impressive professionalism. Saint continued.

“He looks at you differently now.”

Elliot’s voice hardened.

“You don’t know how he looks at me.”

“Don’t I?”

“No.”

Pause. Then Saint said:

“He looks at you like he’s terrified of loving you.”

Ronan went still. Fuck. Elliot’s face changed. Barely. Saint had hit something real.

“Where is Claire?”

“Better.”

“What?”

“Keep choosing him.”