CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
DAYS LATER, DEE SAT stiff in the luxurious Town Car as Jonathan’s driver steered through the curved roads and lush countryside of Red Marrow.
She glanced beside her at Rake, Jonathan’s associate who’d accompanied her on the trip.
Resembling a reject from a 1980s British rock band, Rake sat with his back erect, his jagged features unyielding to expression.
“What?” His cockney accent held a sexy yet mysterious flair. “Got something to say? You’re staring.”
“What kind of ‘associate’ are you again?”
Lines of pink flowed through his pale skin and his mid-length, jet-black hair stood around his head in short spikes. “The kind that does whatever Mr. Wild says whenever he says it.”
“You’re not what I expected.”
“Ah.” He ran his fingers through his spikes and they poppe
