CHAPTER 129 Late Conversations

  -Molly-

  My stomach was tight as concern and fury twisted inside of me. I saw both emotions mirrored on Noah's face as he continuously ran his hand through his hair.

  I stepped up next to Scott and put a hand on Noah's arm to remind him that he was not dealing with this alone. It was obvious that Noah cared deeply for Becca, and his protective side that I had witnessed in Paris had popped its head up once more.

  "I'm gonna get Becca home and try to figure out what's going on. I'll let you know if I get a name," I promised him.

  Noah relaxed slightly, but the side of his jaw kept clenching.

  "Good girl," Scott said, drawing attention to him.

  His beautiful blue eyes were sparkling with approval. I was still hurt and angry, but I couldn't help enjoying the praise. The sub in me glowed at the Master's words.