Morcant was furious with himself. Why had he trusted that hound? Why had he not planned for this eventuality? The Beast was always going to try to steal the torque! He should have foreseen it, made a contingency plan, or something!
The angel and the sergeant had shoved him into the boot of his own car. So now, here he was, laying on his side with his knees pulled up to his chest, whimpering and sobbing like a child – in the dark. The Bentley ran so smoothly and quietly that Morcant felt that he was somewhere else entirely. The darkness was tight and close, the soft leather of the car’s interior was not unpleasant to lay upon, and the smell … he could have been in the saddle room back at his mother’s stable. He thought of her then and hoped that she had succumbed to her injuries and was ev
