Page 201 of Savage Hearts

I had a bad feeling about what it might be.

I walked closer and my brothers moved aside for me to see.

The fucking tracker. No fucking bigger than a grain of rice, yet it stood out in contrast against the white porcelain sink.

There was no way she’d dug this out on her own.

She had help. But who?

A dead fucker, by my count.

Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting at my desk, taking in the video of the camera feed, watching as Mila listened in on us through the fucking door, and ran back to the bathroom, Zoe on her fucking heels. When they both emerged from the bathroomabout five minutes after that, Mila was wearing a black hoodie that didn’t belong to her, fleeing out the back door.

And Zoe. Fucking Zoe walked away with a satisfied smirk on her face. I paused the screen.

“We’re not letting her leave,” Silas said vehemently, as if he thought it was even a possibility that we’d let her go.

We were in this deep.

Killian grunted and crossed his arms over his chest. “When do we leave?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. Not until we take care of some unfinished business.”

I pointed to the screen, at Zoe’s face.

My brothers nodded in agreement.

Take care of unfinished business first, then get Mila back.

There was no other option but this.

It was time to go hunting.

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