Tall, Silent & Lethal (Pyte/Sentinel #4)(147)

“We can switch with Ephraim,” Caine suggested, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“I-I can’t feel my legs,” Ephraim muttered, earning a chuckle from Caine and an eye roll from her as they broke apart to glare at the big baby.

Before she got a chance to mock him, Madison walked into the large room, looking grim and close to tears. She swallowed nervously as she weakly held up a blood stained piece of paper.

“Madison?” Ephraim said, his paltry wounds instantly forgotten as he got to his feet and quickly limped over to his mate. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s got her,” she said, choking back a sob.

“Who?” Ephraim asked, gently cupping his mate’s face as he searched for answers.

“Jill! The bastard has my sister!”