“Yeah. He’ll send them up this way once they arrive.” Caden checked his pistol, then slid it back under his jacket. “I’ve no idea if this guy’s armed. Stay behind me.”

The idea that Rupert Fairbanks had Tessa and was armed made my gut cramp.

I strode up the path, picking up speed. And I wasn’t going to stay behind Caden. Not if Tessa was in danger.

Together, we crept closer to the cabin. I saw the ATV parked out front and my mouth flattened. They were definitely here.

Caden pressed a finger to his lips, and I nodded.

We moved toward the cabin and pressed our backs to the wood. I edged closer and glanced in a window.

Fuck. Tessa was sitting on the edge of the bed, disheveled, her wrists still tied together.

Fairbanks was standing close to her, ranting. The fucker had a knife in his hand.

My hands fisted.

“Ro? Ro?”

Caden’s harsh whispers broke through and I met his gaze.

“You in control?”

I gritted my teeth. “Yeah.”

“You go to the front door. I’ll go to the back. Wait for me to make entry before you come in.”

A muscle ticked in my jaw. “All right.”

“Let’s go get your girl.”

Caden skirted the back of the cabin and disappeared. Taking a deep breath, I crept toward the front door. I tilted my head and peered in the window flanking the door.

The asshole was in her face, yelling, that knife too close to her cheek. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, waiting for Caden when Tessa was in danger.

Then I heard the bang of the door being thrown open.

“Put the weapon down, Fairbanks, and get on your knees.”

I shoved through the front door. Caden stood there, gun trained on Rupert.

The man was facing Caden, Tessa beside him. He had one of her arms in a death grip.

I advanced. He didn’t see me coming, but Tessa did. Relief filled her face and her eyes widened.

Without pausing, I slammed a kick into Rupert’s back. He stumbled forward and let go of Tessa’s arm.

I yanked her behind me as he whirled around. Ignoring the knife, I slammed a punch right into the center of his face. I followed with two more hard jabs.

The knife fell and hit the floor.

I punched him again—a hook to his chest, then an uppercut to his soft stomach.

With a garbled sound, he fell to the floor.

“You touched her, you hurt her, you nearly killed her.” Fueled by my rage, I leaned over and punched him again. Blood spurted from his broken nose.

“Okay, Ro. He’s down.” Caden tucked his gun away and advanced. “See to Tessa.”

With one more glare at Rupert, I turned. Tessa was standing in the center of the cabin, staring at me.