Chapter 73

I hadn’t underestimated the depths that these bastards would stoop. Griff and I might have set up a trap to wipe them out if we’d known they would try a stunt like this. Now, we were tired, wet, and half-naked, staring down the barrel of a gun.

Anxiety seized my heart in an icy grip, and all the relaxation I’d gained from the bath evaporated. Clutching my towel around my chest, I stepped in front of Griff, trying to create a barrier between him and the gunman. My wet hair streamed water into my eyes, and I swiped it out of my face.

Griff snarled. “Get behind me.”

“It’s not me they want,” I said.

“Listen to your mate, woman,” the gunman snarled in a familiar deep voice.

My jaw tightened. “What’s wrong, Malachi? Can’t you face my mate in a one-to-one fight?”

“There will be no public challenge,” he said.

Griff moved in front of me and raised his palms. “Put down the gun, step out from the shadows, and fight me like a wolf.”

The gunman chuckled. “Your feisty mate is more likely to step in