“Where is she?”

“Where is who?”

“Lucy.”

Kain shot up from his seat as if boiling water had been poured over his spine. The movement was sharp, instinctive—pure reflex.

Kyle, on the other hand, stood frozen, his expression caught somewhere between fear and irritation, the kind that settled deep in the chest and refused to leave.

Where was Lucy?

That was the only question that mattered now. The only one Kyle wanted answered.

Kain forced himself to stay present, even as his mind betrayed him. An hour ago, he’d left Lucy in the kitchen, in a state that was anything but ladylike, flushed and unravelled in ways he would rather...