Alaric’s POV:

“We got her out, sir. She’s home safe, like you asked.” Trip’s gruff voice sounded out of my phone’s speaker.

I rose to my feet, making my way toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse. My hand curled at my side, the other tightening around the phone pressed to my ear.

Fucking hated this.

“Good,” I replied coolly. “Don’t let her out of your fucking sight.”

I started to end the call, but Trip called out again. “Sir, what about Tyler Cross? ...