Colette peeled one liquor-filled chocolate after another for the pups, her smile widening as they smeared the candy across their faces. Eat up, she thought. Rot your teeth, ruin yourselves. With Isabel out of the picture, Colette was certain she'd reclaim Charles, bear his true pups, and rid herself of these two little thorns in her side—Adrian and Ivy. But not yet. First, she needed to be sure Isabel was gone for good.
She slipped back to her bedroom to check her messages, but her heart stopped at the sight of a glaring red exclamation mark. The kidnapper had blocked her. Frantic, she dialed his number—nothing. Dead air.
How could this be? Was Isabel still alive?
Colette paced like a cornered animal, her mind racing. She grabbed a wolf's phone and called the kidnapper again. This time,
