Gunnar stepped through and I followed a step behind him, as was expected from a submissive at the club. As I passed the open door, I thanked the Viken male automatically.
“My pleasure.”
I stiffened instantly, a chill racing the length of my spine as I remembered that deep timbre saying something else entirely.
If she’s not royalty, or worth a ransom, kill her.
It was him. Oh, God. Fear and panic rushed to the front of my mind and I grabbed the side of Gunnar’s uniform with rigid fingers. That voice.
I glanced over at the man’s wrist where he held the door open.
Yes. There it was. The tattoo.
This was the man we’d been hunting, the man who’d tried to kill the Queen, the man who’d nearly cost me my life.
Gunnar
I sensed Sophia as she lagged behind, stumbling into my side. Her hand g
