Adele
I’m crouched in the library, holding my phone to my ear. Holding my breath.
Rafe has me on the line, and he didn’t put me back on mute. I can hear everything clearly.
“She’s my mate,” he growls again.
Warmth spreads through me.
A slow, creepy chuckle comes from Dieter. “So you choose her over your revenge?”
“I choose her over everything on this planet. You can take your information and shove it up your–”
“Understood. Very well. My men have orders to stand down.”
“What the f**k?” Rafe snaps, but then there’s a pause. “No tricks?” he adds warily.
“No tricks. You made your choice. Go and get your mate.”
And then there’s just a growl, followed by the sound of Rafe’s even breathing.
I stand. “Rafe,” I call. I hear him through the phone, running, his boots crunching over the gra
