The blood in my veins ran ice-cold as I gripped the phone tighter.
“Hello, love,” the deep, taunting voice purred.
Bryant Harlow.
I nearly dropped the phone.
My breath caught in my throat as his name echoed in my mind like a curse. My ex-fiancé. The man I had once loved. The man who had shattered me.
And now—he had Mae.
“I see you’re still as sharp as ever,” he mused. “I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out.”
My nails dug into my palm. “Where is she?” I demanded, my voice raw with anger.
Another amused chuckle. “Oh, she’s around… But I have to say, I expected more from you, Geoffanie. Losing the trace so easily? Tsk, tsk.”
My vision blurred with rage. “Let her go, Bryant. She has nothing to do with this.”
“She has everything to do with this,” he countered smoothly. “She’s your sister, isn’t she?”
I gritted my teeth. “Half-sister.”
“Still blood,” he said, his tone mocking. “And blood is such a powerful thing. It binds. It controls. It destroys.”
The line clicked. He was gone.
I stood frozen, gripping the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. My breath came in shallow gasps. Bryant had Mae. And he was playing with me.
I refused to let him win.