Cole ~
"Hello, boss. We've infiltrated the territory. One of the Blackwood guards is down."
Cavill, one of my best men, reported through the static.
My hand clenched around the telephone receiver. "Have you captured Nessa?"
"Not yet, boss." His voice wavered. "We're trying to evade the remaining guards. It's—it's more heavily fortified than we expected."
"Report back the moment you have her." I slammed the handset down, then immediately grabbed at my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt.
Seventeen days. Seventeen days since she'd married those Blackwood bastards, and I still couldn't get the image of her in that wedding dress out of my head. She should have been mine. Would have been mine, if not for that fucking prophecy.
"Boss, you have a call."
Douglas approached, holding out my cell phone. I glanced at the screen—38 missed calls from Sienna. She probably thought I was out cheating, but I didn't give a fuck what she thought.
