Chapters (47)
- Also by Rebecca Zanetti
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Teaser Chapter
- About the Author
“Yeah.” Adare brushed her wet hair away from her cheeks. “She was kidnapped from an orphanage, and Dage has said she can stay here. He’ll find her a family. Hope and Paxton are playing with her now, and she seems to have latched on to Pax. He’s cute with her.”
Emma nodded. “We’ve already checked her out, and she hasn’t been harmed in any way. She’s also young enough that hopefully none of this will stay with her. That Karma took good care of her, somehow.”
“That’s great, and I’m so thankful she’ll find a family here,” Grace said, finally relaxing.
Emma nodded. “She will. Also, I checked on Janell Lewiston? The little girl with cancer that you befriended at that hospital? Her doctors are top notch, and her prognosis is very good. I’ll keep an eye on her for you.”
Grace smiled and hugged the queen. “Thank you,” she whispered. Then she stepped back.
Adare maneuvered Grace toward the door. “Let’s get out of here before the king decides to declare war on us. Especially since we’re taking Sam.”
They had to be alone at some point. Grace either had to bask in his love or start her campaign to get him to realize that he did love her, just in case his earlier words had been spoken in the heat of the moment.
“Let’s go,” she agreed.
Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Adare finally relaxed once they arrived at Seven headquarters. Ivar had spent the last several years creating the perfect place in the Wyoming mountains, letting each member of the Seven know, without a doubt, that if this place burned down, he was done. The rest of them could live in shacks in the middle of nowhere, because he was never rebuilding.
Should Adare carry Grace across the threshold? It was an oddly human thing to do, but when they reached their log cabin, he swept her up anyway.
She laughed, sliding her arm along his shoulders. “We’ve been mated for years,” she said, her voice happy and her body relaxed.
He needed to take it easy on her—she’d been shot just the day before. In fact, they could both use some rest. Their house had three bedrooms, a sparkling stainless steel kitchen, a great room with stone fireplace, two darkrooms, an office, and a gym. Of course, it also had entrances to hidden tunnels that would take them deep into the mountains should the private subdivision in the valley of two imposing mountains ever be attacked.
With their track record, that was a very real possibility.
He shut the door with his boot and set her on the sofa, his hands suddenly damp. Was he nervous? No way. Not in him.
She settled and instantly kicked off her boots to place her stocking feet on the table. “Why did you invite Sam Kyllwood to this new lair?”