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Sawyer has his own ringtone, so I knew the moment my phone started ringing that it was him. I didn’t mean to startle Samara, but when you start snarling mid-kiss, there’s really no other response you can expect.
I keep my eyes on Samara, needing her to ground me. She’s here. She's alive. She’s safe. He never found her either.
“Sawyer,” I growl into the phone. Samara’s eyes are wide and she gently reaches out to touch me, reminding me that he doesn’t know that I know about his betrayal.
“Damn! Is that any way to greet a friend? I’m guessing that means that things between you and your mate haven’t gotten any better. I haven’t heard from you in so long I was beginning to wonder if she killed you in your sleep.”
I take a deep breath, pulling Samara closer to me, using her scent to c
