“Where the hell is she, Poole?” Richard Graves towered threateningly over him, causing his pulse to race.
“I swear to you I don’t know. I’m working as hard as I can to get her back. Ethan Carrick is the best.”
Graves’ brow furrowed deeply and his dark eyes glittered with a hint of madness. “It’s already been an entire day and I no longer believe you.”
Martin Poole stared up at him. “Graves, I am as worried about finding her as you are. For goodness’ sake, I promised her to you, my only daughter.”
Graves drummed his fingers on the desktop. “Yes, I thought so at first. But you’re a bit cleverer than that, my friend. You stole a woman from me once. I don’t put it past you to do it again.”
Martin stared at him. He’d known that Graves was as taken with Sandrine as he’d been. They’d both vi
