Claudette’s POV Ace is squeezing the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are entirely white. I can tell he is on edge, but I have so many questions, and he is the only person that can give me the answers to them. He abruptly slams on the brakes. “You should be Mine, not his,” he confesses. I’m shocked by his confession. I don’t even have time to comprehend or say anything else before my door is slung open. I turn to look to see who it is and where we are. It is Blake! We are at Blake’s packhouse. I want to ask Ace why he brought us back here, but it’s too late. Blake is already trying to lift me out of the car. “Claudette, baby, are you okay?” Yes, Blake, I’m fine. Here if you just move out of the way, I can get out on my own. His grip loosens, and he lets out a low growl. “Are you

