Chapter 30

• Jake***
• The moment I kicked the door open, the scene before me sent a searing rage through my veins. Belle. Bound. Blindfolded. Vulnerable. And the bastard holding a gun to my chest, his face obscured by a mask, his fingers steady on the trigger.
• Time stretched, every second thick with tension. My breath was slow and controlled, though my heart slammed against my ribs. The glint of the knife still in his grip didn’t go unnoticed, its edge gleaming with a dark stain—her blood. A feral growl built in my throat.