Tamed
“They’d clocked him a good one, and by the sluggish movement of his blood, they’d drugged him, too. He’d been unconscious long enough to be taken from the helicopter and dropped into a cement cell. Fresh cement with shiny, new silver bars.
Wherever they were, it was a temporary setup. The Kurjans had been smart to grab Lily and lie low before moving her again.
But not as smart as he. He grinned through bloodied lips, the room swaying. This was why a guy always planned for war and never expected peace.
An outside door opened, and Franco strode inside, dragging Lily.
She gasped and rushed to grab the bars. “Are you all right?”
He frowned at the bustier that revealed way too much, his thoughts still murky. “What are you wearing?”
She rolled her eyes. “Really? That’s what you want to focus on?”
No. His gaze narrowed on Prophet Guiles as he stumbled in behind Lily. “I’m going to enjoy killing you.”
“A prophet can’t kill a prophet,” Guiles said, glancing around, looking like a rat caught in a trap.
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