Page 179 of Enthrall Shadows
Griffin seemed troubled. “He never got recognition.”
“Why?”
“It’s under investigation—someone messed up.” His back straightened. “Not my Dad, though. He followed orders.”
A familiar sense of camaraderie settled in my gut.
I felt pride mixed with sadness for what his father had given up—his life. Yet the son, too, carried that burden of loss, an unfathomable pain. Griffin wanted what any good son would.
“Your father needs to be recognized for his sacrifice,” I said softly.
“Can you help me find out what happened?”’
I gave a nod. “Let me see what I can do.”
“I’ve been waiting for the right time to say something.”
“I’m going to call it a day in here. Drive me home. I’d like to hear more about your dad.”
His face lit up.
I lifted the jars of tea and set them back in their place to hide my tracks. “I’ll just tidy up here a bit. Only take a second.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I turned to face Griffin. “I’ll enjoy the company.”
At Chrysalis, they called the man currently standing in my living room de Sade—and for good reason. Jake Carrington was a confirmed sadist.
Having a tall, overly fit man who looked pissed off with me was a distracting sight, especially since he was wearing a black shirt that stretched across his toned abs and tight designer jeans.
Jake was renowned for wielding pain and merging it with pleasure—taking kink to an entirely new level. Most of us weren’t into his brand of agony, but a few were.
He got a kick out of dominating with a dangerous edge.
A legendary football player, he was now retired from the sport and easily worth millions.
He’d long been known as one of the bad boys of Chrysalis.
“No notice,” he snapped. “You’re just going to quit.”
The staff at Chrysalis wasn’t over Scarlet Winters exiting the manor not that long ago. My leaving would be another blow.
Jake moved closer. “Your submissives are relying on you to see them through.”
“There’s never a good time to leave.”
“You got that right!” He folded his arms across his impressive chest. “You told me this is your vocation.”
“It is, Jake, but I’m allowed to change my mind.”
“Leave, if you must, but don’t give up the scene.”
The doorbell rang and we both glanced toward the sound.
“Give me a second,” I said, heading down the hallway.
Henry’s formidable form could be seen behind the glass front door.
