Chapter 272
Chapter 272:
Silas studied me, searching my expression for a crack. Slowly, the suspicion in his eyes gave way to a sneer. He tossed the jacket back onto the sofa as though it were contaminated.
“Sentimental garbage,” he scoffed. He reached into his pocket and produced a plastic bag containing two slices of stale bread, dropping it onto the table beside a bottle of water. “Eat. You’ll need your strength p>
“Why?” I asked, stepping further into the room. “What happens today p>
“Braydon Hyde is out,” Silas said coldly, relishing the cruelty of each word. “He decided you weren’t worth the trouble. But don’t worry, cousin. I found a more eager buyer p>
My stomach turned. “Volkov p>
“Jarred Volkov expects delivery at 7 PM,” Silas confirmed, consulting his watch. “He’s paying double what Hyde offered. Consider it your final contribution to the family that fed you.” He moved to the door, his hand resting on the knob. “Don’t try anything stupid, Adella. The windows are nailed shut and the guards are doubled. Tonight, you belong to the Shark p>
The lock clicked into place, sealing me in once more.
𝗠oѕ𝗍 𝗋еа𝘥 t𝘩𝘪𝘀 𝘸𝗲𝗲𝗄 оո ѕ.с𝘰m
I waited a full minute, counting the beats of my heart. Then a shadow detached itself from the gloom of the back window. Dallas climbed inside, water dripping from his hair, his shirt clinging to his frame. But it was the look on his face that frightened me—pure, absolute rage.
“I am going to kill him,” Dallas growled, the sound low enough to vibrate through the floorboards. “I will tear his head from his shoulders and mount it on the gates of Blackwood p>
He started toward the door, his claws lengthening.
“No!” I threw myself in front of him, pressing both hands against his heaving chest. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through us both, the mate-bond flaring in response to his fury. “Dallas, stop. If you kill him now, we lose everything. The journals. The proof of his deal with Volkov. All of it p>
“I don’t care about proof!” he roared, though he didn’t push me aside. “He is selling you like property. I will not allow it p>
“You have to,” I insisted, forcing him to hold my gaze. “I need you to be smart, not just strong. I need you to be my cavalry, Dallas. Not my cellmate p>
His chest heaved, his golden eyes caught between the beast and the man. Ragnar wanted blood. Dallas was listening.
“What are you asking me to do?” he gritted out.
“Go,” I said softly. “Go to The Onyx Fang. Wait for me outside. Let me get the evidence. Let me get the journals. When I give the signal, you burn it all down. But not before p>
He stared at me for a long, agonizing moment. Then he let out a harsh breath and pressed his forehead against mine.