Two burly security guards held me back as Jessa ran down the hall with Nik. The sound of her pain would haunt me forever. I'd heard animals in death throes that sounded less tortured.
My phone jumped and buzzed in my hand again.
Shaking off the guards, I held up my hands and backed away. "I'm good." I strode off in the other direction. Answered the call. "What?"
"You cut me off so quickly, Arturo. Has something happened?" her voice purred down the line.
I bit back the snarl. Now was not the time to react. Now was the time to listen and plan. To learn. "How the hell are you calling me, Callie?"
Her chuckle made the hairs on the back of my neck rise up. "That's for me to know."
"Did you do this?" I asked.
"Do what, Arturo?"
"Hurt Nik."
"Who's Nick? How could I hurt a man I've ne
