CHAPTER 225 Four…

  ~ RIG ~

  Charlie stared at me, half the house still between us. His eyes were pleading and I could feel the ache, the tearing inside him. He opened his mind, begging for me to see…

  Mate. Meg was his mate.

  He couldn’t deny it. But he was conflicted.

  He’d ached for me to come back from our trip, to remove the order, to give him the freedom to give himself to her, then last night I’d been nothing but suspicious. Unwilling to hear anything except that we keep watching her, because in my mind she was now connected to the Night Walker and he was my father’s man. Or thing.

  And for the first time, Charlie had fought his own loyalty. Wrestled with it—and overnight secretly determined that he wouldn’t follow orders. That if she was in danger, he’d save her, not kill her.

  Even if it was from me.

  Seeing that made me snarl.

  “That’s… that’s not all of it, Rig. Please,” he said, his voice toneless, but urgent.