ROSETTE’S POV
I was off the counter before Luther finished speaking, yanking my dress down with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Where?” My voice came out steadier than I felt. Colder.
The Alpha Queen sliding into place over the woman who’d been screaming Zavien’s name thirty seconds ago.
“Abandoned warehouse. Industrial district, pier seventeen.” Luther rattled off the address. “SWAT is staging two blocks out, but Arthur has surveillance on every approach. He says if anyone but you shows up within a hundred yards, he triggers the device.”
“I’m on my way.”
I hung up before Luther could say anything else. Before he could try to talk me out of what I was about to do.
Zavien was already moving, adjusting his tuxedo, his expression shifting from frustrated arousal to something far mor
