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Chapters (61)
  1. Title page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author

“Cell reception here is coming in and out.” Cady’s words proved almost prophetic. Whatever she said next, I didn’t hear it.

“Go,” I said. “Find Bella.”

“Kira.” There was another long pause on the other end of the line. “I’m not sure there will be anything left to find.”

“You think she’s dead?” I felt like I had a piece of bone caught in my throat. This was what I got for letting myself be taken off the case, for taking a step back and even entertaining the notion that reading missing persons reports and asking questions qualified as doing something. “You think she’s been murdered?”

Silver rolled over, pressing her body against mine and stretching out along the length of my legs. To my surprise, Saskia didn’t just tolerate it, she lay down on my other side.

“We’re not giving up.” Cady hesitated, just for a moment. “In the meantime, if you see Gabriel, give him a wide berth.”

If I’d been walking, that instruction would have stopped me dead in my tracks. “What?” I said. “Why?”

Had the sheriff said something to her? Why would Cady—who had better sense than anyone I knew—listen?

“Gabriel’s volatile, Kira. If the circumstances were different, I would be fighting for him every bit as much as my father is, but he’s not my kid. You are, and you have a lot going on right now. Whatever Gabriel’s been through, whatever anger he’s carrying—it’s not good for you.”

Hearing her say those words should have made me angry. Instead, it hurt.

“I’m not fragile,” I said. “I’m not going to break.”

Cady’s reply was lost under a web of static, and then the line went dead. Free arched an eyebrow at me in question.

“She wants me to stay away from Gabriel,” I said flatly.

I could see the wheels in Free’s head turning. If she told me that Cady was right, if she acted like I was broken—I wouldn’t be able to take it.

Instead, Free twisted and pounded a fist on the window separating us from the truck’s cab. Jude opened it.

“What can I do for you?” he asked pleasantly. “Gabriel and I are bonding.”

Free just smiled beatifically. “How would you gentlemen feel about a little road trip?”

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