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I ignored his whispered warning and pushed down on the door handle. When I lifted my head, I saw a glimpse of respect flicker in the depths of his frigid gaze.

He dug in his inner suit pocket to flick something in my direction. On instinct, I caught the golden coin in the palm of my hand, the Treasury dragon emblem engraved on one side and a date and address on the other.

I pocketed the offer by slipping the coin beneath my breast, hoping the flimsy lingerie would hold.

“‘Till we meet again,” I promised.

“King,” he acknowledged, earring dangling as he tilted his head in farewell. His silent steps retreated down the corridor, disappearing like an eclipsed mirage, as if he was never there to begin with.

Chapter 24

Psycho

The cell enclosed tighter, compressing on my lungs.

She should have come for me by now.

With each minute that transpired over our allocated meeting time, feelings of doubt threatened to slither forward and corrupt my stronghold image of her.

Have I been played? Has she left me here to rot?

No matter how her vision played out in my head, I couldn’t bring myself to believe she had abandoned me. What we had went beyond reason, beyond comprehension.

Why has she not come for me?

A clicking at my door alerted me in time to slink into the darkened corner of my room. A savage smile dominated my face as my fingers tightened around the shank I stole from Walter.

In the minimal glow of moonlight, I could make out a toned, muscular, dark-skinned male meander into the room, trailed by a petite blonde, both in biker gear. As the door clicked shut behind them, my corporeal system ticked over into predator mode. They were strange, even with the barrier in place. Especially him—warning vibes ran off him like a steady stream.

I was waiting for my golden girl, but this would have to do.

My muscles tensed for the inevitable onslaught when the male’s head pivoted my way, his smoky brown stare fastened on my hidden position. I was drenched in shadow, hardly visible, but his gaze held mine and never wavered, boring straight into my brain as if to pick apart the pieces he found worthy of examining.

He was shorter than me by a mere couple of inches. Accompanied with his pretty boy features, he emanated a certain allure and magnetism that screamed equal parts power and danger.

My type of guy. Finally, a worthy opponent, my mouth watering from the challenge.

Action now, questions later.

He lifted a brow and I launched towards him when my body was hit off-balance from the side. All my focus was on the pretty boy before me, my brain blocking out the tiny blonde as a non-threat—which I paid for.

Before I could even register her movement, she’d released a high kick that hit directly into my ribs with an echoing crack. My knees buckled to the ground, shallow gasps escaping my throat.

I narrowed my lids at her approach. The little kitten had claws, and judging by her deadly expression, she was ready to deliver. The metallic twang of blood rolled over my tongue. I coughed up the remainder and spat at her feet, the gauntlet well and truly laid.

“Don’t underestimate me,” she said, her sing-song voice chiming like bells.

“An oversight on my part. One I won’t make again.” Jolting to my feet, I rolled my shoulders back in preparation. I’ll snap Pixie Face in half, then dispose of her companion, pop some of those porcelain teeth straight out of his smug mouth (which hadn’t lost its smirk since I was knocked to the ground).

Pretty Boy gripped her shoulder. “We aren’t here to fight, Meek. We’re here to break him out.”

“Who the fuck are you?” I growled.

Pixie Face sneered and shook off his hand. “We’re wasting time. We should cut our losses and search ourselves.”

“We would waste more time if we got lost down there.” His tone was impatient, as if he was restraining himself from rolling his eyes. “We can’t kill him. Micah wouldn’t be pleased.”

Golden Girl?

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