13
Nash
“I just went in to snag my phone—it was ringing. They grabbed him while I was inside and by the time I got out it was too late.” Other than a raspy voice and tear-swollen eyes, Denali appears calm and composed as she relates the story for the umpteenth time. We’re huddled in one of Sam’s safehouses. He and his mate Layne flew up as soon as they heard the news, and more of their pack and friends are on standby, waiting for orders. Parker and Declan keep checking their phones and leaving to make more calls.
“Any idea who these guys were?” Sam asks.
“I know who.” My lion’s been trying to tell me for days now. That’s why the flashbacks intensified. “There was another with Smyth. A business partner with a Spanish accent.” If I close my eyes I can hear the rich cultured tones rolling
