The Captor's Miscalculation

"Your daughter is still with the medical team," I said, my voice barely above a whisper as Adrian's rage filled the room. "They're checking her for injuries."

The look Adrian gave me was so intense that I shrunk back into the plush chair. His crimson eyes blazed with an unholy fire, his massive frame vibrating with barely contained violence.

"And you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "Are you injured?"

I shook my head, surprised by his concern. "Just some bruising from the silver chains."

Adrian paced the length of his study, reminding me of a caged predator. The energy radiating from him was suffocating—pure Alpha power mixed with paternal fury.

"Tell me everything," he commanded. "From the beginning."

I swallowed hard, gathering my scattered thoughts. "We were leaving the restaurant. Camille convinced her security detail to give us some space." Guilt crashed over me. "I should have known better. I'm trained for this, but I let my guard down."