When he lifted his head, in an instant, the warmth in his eyes vanished and only ruthless chill remained.
“Savannah’s pure and kind,” he declared. “Sydney, you’ve singled her out again and again. If I don’t give you a little lesson you won’t learn.”
The next second, he turned to the kidnapper, saying, “How much do you want? I’ll pay double. Make sure she learns something.”
Without taking the words back, he left with Savannah.
Sydney was left there, unable to believe how cold Preston’s heart could be.
As she watched the two walk away, she swore, “Preston! Savannah! I swear—both of you will pay for this!”
The kidnapper, pleased with double payment for one job, pressed the knife to Sydney’s skin. Before it touched her, a bullet tore through the wrist holding the blade.
A shadowed figure stepped down from a hovering winged craft and walked forward.
Brooks carefully caught Sydney in his arms. “Hey.My dear fiancée, I came to take you home.”
