She had resisted Vale’s advances and his attempt to unravel him. That took strength, and for the first time in a long while, he realized she was his match when it came to out-thinking the enemy.
He was gazing at her in wonder during an intermission between charity auctions when a figure passed by them.
Deimos.
The Codex man sidled past, his bodyguards in close array, flanking his left and right.
He paused for a beat, turned his head to Mak, and leaned in, addressing everyone at the table of ten guests. ‘Appears the Sauvage men embody their family name, as feral wild beasts who take whores as wives.’
Saba gasped as Deimos smirked, straightened, and marched away, his sentinels in pursuit.
Mak’s vision blurred with blind rage, even as he slipped an arm over his wife’s shoulders.
He’d had enough.
Ignoring the stares around them, he pressed a kiss into Saba’s hair. ‘Let’s go.’
They rose as one, and he nodded to the other invitees. ‘Repeat one word of what he just said, and you can expect the wrath of the entire Sauvage and Signet powerhouses. To turn on not just the person who misspoke, but on all of you.’
With that, he stalked away, gripping his woman at the waist, as the attendees behind them gaped.
Moving fast, Mak kept his eyes fixed on Deimos as he streaked away
Kaal, he’s leaving the place, and I’m going after him. In part, to get what we need from him. Also, to fokkin rip his throat apart.
Brother,Kaal cautioned via their neural link.
Nada. He insulted Saba, theŠarim. According to Akkadian culture, he has to pay for it with his life’s breath.
Fokk, he did?
Naam.
Kaal sighed, then gave a half-chuckle.Then you have carte blanche.
Hell, these were times Mak loved their outdated parochial Code of Honor.
Can you scoop Deimos up once he’s in the void? He’s about to dust off The Lance’s aft deck. It’s the best chance we have to nail him.
Leave it with me. You circle, I collect.
Their mark stepped inside a waiting luxury cruiser.
Vale’s skiff ascended, as Mak rushed Saba to their Corvette.
He turned to his strong man. ‘Koda, take the flyer and follow. Hurry.’
Both Signet crafts soon lifted off in hot pursuit, racing out ofThe Lance’srear hold.
Mak guided the controls with predatory precision as he and Koda flanked Deimos Vale’s silver ship in the outer atmosphere.
The stars shimmered cold and indifferent, and ahead of them, Kaal’s vessel carved a jagged, stealthed path across the dark.
Mak’s jaw was tight.
His pulse was steady. Fury had long since burned into a colder, burning rage.
Mak’s fingers flexed on the control panel as Kaal pinged him.
