I headed straight to my brother’s office when Adrian and I got back to the mansion. I was too agitated to sit still for very long.

Like always, I didn’t knock before barging in. Emmaline was in his lap, her hair a mess, her shirt bunched around her waist. Her cheeks flushed red as she quickly scrambled off of James’s lap. My brother glowered at me.

“Debriefing couldn’t have fucking waited?” he asked.

“Not when my woman’s life is on the fucking line, no,” I snarled.

That got his attention. He stood up. “What the fuck do you mean her life is on the line?” he demanded, his eyes narrowed...