Hermosa POV

“Take my card. In case he hurts you, give me a call.” Ragal stretched out his hand, holding a white card with his number written on it. I hesitated for a moment, doubtful that he genuinely wanted to help.

“Th…ank you,” I managed to say, taking the card. Without so much as a backward glance, I walked away from him.

I squeezed the card tightly in my palm, hiding it from prying eyes. For all I knew, my mate could be anywhere.

At least with his number, I’d be able to snap ...