The Circle Narrows: K.C.
The protective heat in my chest was beginning to tip over into a low-burning rage. I released Tess’s wrists, though I didn’t want to let go. The reality that Stroud’s reach could extend to a high end boutique in South Carolina — somewhere that should’ve been a sanctuary of trivialities like velvet jackets and ranunculus — was a violation I felt in my bones. He was hunting her because of me. I reached for the burner phone again, and hit the speed dial for Leon. He picked up on the second ring, the background noise of his end still thick with the hum of travel. “K.C., I told you I’d call as soon as I had-“ “He sent men to the store, Leon,” I cut him off, trying to keep my voice from becoming a gravelly snarl. “Men in suits at Rebel Rose. They were looking for Tess this morning.” The
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