“Mr Oakley is safe, sir,” Marcus said, relief thick in his voice. “They were able to get the traitors before they caused any harm.”

“Oh thank goodness," Jared muttered, wiping the sweat off his brow. “How about Myla?”

Marcus winced. “I… I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered out. “They got to her first.”

“Fuck!” he snarled. “How?!” 

“They said she left the estate, and unfortunately, the people she left with were three of Troy’s men.” Marcus swallowed ...