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Shade was scary, but she realized that he was a part of Cain. A part, she realized he thought meant he didn’t deserve a real life. One that meant he couldn’t form connections.
It was a part of him she’d need to accept if she wanted him.
“I said to stay in the car,” he bit out.
“I know.”
“Did you hear me?” He opened the door.
“I heard you,” she replied.
His gaze narrowed as he leaned in. “You’re asking for punishment, pixie. I won’t let you put yourself in danger.”
Her belly flip-flopped. Yep, if she was wearing panties, they’d be soaked.
Just then, her phone rang. She pulled it out. “It’s Killian.” She pressed the screen. “Hey, boss man.”
“Get to my location.Now.”
Jet stiffened like she’d been struck with electricity. She’d never heard him use this tone before. “What’s wrong?”
“Devyn’s missing.”
* * *
Cain sped down the street,pushing the car for more speed.
“Turn here,” Jet said.
She had Killian’s location on the screen and was giving Cain directions.
Devyn was the closest thing that Cain had to a sister. They had to find her.
They were in a seedier part of Paris, to the northeast. There were no trendy restaurants or attractive landmarks here. It had once been home to textile and clothing factories.
“She shouldn’t have gone in alone,” Cain said.
“She’s as good as you and Killian. She knows what she’s doing.” Then Jet’s voice cracked.
Cain reached for her hand. “She’ll be fine. Devyn is as tough as hardened steel. We’re going to find her.”
“Killian can’t lose her.” Jet swallowed and nodded. “Up ahead, on the left.”
He followed her directions and found a spot to park the car. The Audi was totally out of place in this neighborhood. As soon as he got out, Killian emerged from the shadows.
The man’s face looked carved from stone, but his dark eyes were alive with vengeance.
Fuck. If anyone had hurt Devyn, there was no way Cain could hold Killian back.
“She went in there to meet the contact.” He stabbed a finger at a small, dilapidated warehouse. “I searched it. It’s empty. I didn’t see them leave.”
“Who’s the contact?” Cain asked.
“Henri Carbone.”
Cain scowled. “You can’t trust that rat. He’s all about the money.”
“We need to find her,” Killian snapped.
