I fumed as I paced the suite of rooms I'd been assigned, arguing with myself. I could have done more to escape this predicament. How had I gone from rescuing Charlotte-easy peasy in and outsie-to being pinned down by a pair of European stalkers in an ancient hotel in the outback of the Ukraine?
So much grief in so little time. I really should have been used to being imprisoned in fancy quarters. Happened pretty frequently. But this time, I was here by choice.
Okay, not really. I had put my foot down when Finlay tried to deliver me back home, taking a firm hold on his power and forcing him to put us down outside the gates to Yure's territory. For the first time, I saw the young Enforcer's temper flare, but I didn't really give a damn what he thought.
Thanks to him, Charlotte was still back there. And now I knew her fate, no way was I leaving her in Yure's clutches. Not when the girl I knew was so broken she couldn't even fight to protect herself.