Chapter 16

I gave a shrug. Not my conversation. Turning, I retraced my steps, pausing as I caught sight of Burdock storming away from the building, Satan right behind him.

My eyes homed in on Satan, on the anger in his face. Well, one thing for certain, whoever the woman was they were talking about, she certainly had both men fired up over her. I gave a small shake of my head. Feeling for the woman, I made my way back toward the clubhouse.

**~SATAN/TORIN~**

Tell her... Yeah, right. Only if I wanted a knife in my back. At this point, telling Marlowe was the last thing I needed to do. Yet, if I waited and told her later, or she found out another way, there really would be backlash.

I was in a tight spot, that was for damn sure. Indecision weighing me down, as well the ache in my leg making me irritable as all hell.

I jerked open the doors of the clubhouse and blasted through the entrance, then into the common room. On seeing several of our latest prospects lounging in chairs and staring at a larg