Shane watched as she trembled in fear.
His brows creased in a frown inside his mask, wondering who she was referring to.
The name seemed familiar to him, yet so distinct, but he could not remember where he had heard the name before.
Well, he didn't care about that.
Now he knows who took Sophie, and all that matters was finding her.
"Where does he live?" He asked calmly.
The woman's eyes flared at his words, as if not believing he was still willing to go after Kael.
"Don't you understand what I mean?
That man is dangerous.
He can kill you be—"
"I don't care," Shane roared, cutting her words off.
His face twisted in a sneer as he moved closer to where she stood. "I don't care how dangerous he might be.
He took my wife, my Sophie.
And I'm a mad man— if anything happens to my woman, I'll be more deadly than he could have ever imagined," he hissed, his eyes dark and his fist clenched at his sides vibrating with anger.
"Young master you don't understand.
