Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

e main house was

oom, his injured hands held awkwardly against his che

ll rang. Enoch jump

och said. "

son Flint's voice crackled over the line. "They just

ad with a sharp

rained from his face. "Get the girl!

are by the arms. They dragged her toward the center of the mud

d behind Clare, using her small frame to shield h

say so," Enoch ordere

urther, a massive explosion o

ed off their hinges. A massive, matte-black Hummer smash

ed into the yard. They skidded in the mud, form

ped on, blinding Enoch. He squinted

he SUVs opened

They moved with terrifying, silent precision. In less than two seconds, twelve as

's chest. "Drop the weapon, now," the secu

is spine. His knees buckled, and he dropped the shotgun. It splashed into a puddle. Two g

mpletely secured did the back d

black trench coat. His jaw was locked so tight the muscles twitc

high heels sank deep into the muck, but she didn't eve

she sa

that flooded her face was immediately chased by grief at the sight o

s half-scream, half-sob. It tore

of security reached out to st

d. His voice was low, but it c

their hands in the air, thei

d. She looked at the beauti

. She threw her arms around Clare, pullin

led the faint scent of jasmine and expensive vanill

. Her hands shook as she stroked Clare's m

ud. He looked down at Clare. He saw the fresh blood

ill. The kind of still that

y around Clare's shivering shoulders. He lifted her ea

k at Enoch. The weight in his gaze

e Pruitt family together u

e authorities will be here within the hour. I want every

e closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath.