"What do you want with me?" Margo asked, voice gone husky.

"With you? I would like to have sex with you."

Yes, please! Still, meeting in a dark parking lot was hardly romantic. Where was the wine, the chocolates? Okay she’d settle for a vodka shot and tacos, but it was the principle of the thing.

"So you’re here to…what?" she asked, grunting as she redoubled her efforts to pry his fingers away.

"I’m going to kidnap you."

Margo laughed. "Nice one."

Runako didn’t laugh.

"Let me go," Margo demanded, a bit worried. She might have to punch him again.

"No."

"I said let me go."

"But I want you. And you are not strong enough to free yourself."

"I said. Let. Me. Go. Déjeme ir."

"I am taking you away."

"Like hell. Where?"

"To the Captive Caves."

"The Captive… Oh hell no. What kind of dumb-ass idea is this?"

"It was Michael’s idea. He was going to keep Jane in bondage in one of the caves."

"Did he hurt Jane? Did he fucking hurt her? I will kill him. They will never find all the pieces of his body. Él es muerto. And if you helped him hurt her you are dead too. I’ll get my gun. I bet you aren’t bulletproof—"

"You are loyal, and willing to fight to protect those you love," Runako said, lifting Margo off the ground. "I thought humans only hunted for the sport of it."

"Where’s Jane? Where is she?" Margo squeaked, toes kicking at Runako, who ignored her. Nobody had picked her up since she was in kindergarten.

"She is with Michael. She agreed to be his mate, so he no longer needed to keep her in bondage." Runako shifted his hold, flipping Margo so that he held her dra...