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"Take her back to the farm and give orders she's not to leave."

"Hey, that—" Z cuts Cosima a glare that silences her.

“I’ll handle it,” Ronan tells Z, who nods before turning and leaving.

“Did he just leave?” I whisper.

“Call in the cleaning crew,” Warren finally says. His words are directed at Ronan. “Make sure Cosima and Marks get back to the farm safely. I need to be alone with my wife.” It’s thenI realize that Marks hasn’t said a word since she called Ronan hot. I lift my head, looking around the room, but I don’t see her anywhere. What the heck?

“Where the fuck did pink hair go?” The second the words slip past Ronan’s lips, my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I know it’s Marks.

“She’s gone.”

“Where?” Ronan demands.

“The ceiling?” Cosima tries to tease, but it comes out halfheartedly.

“She’s Marks?” Ronan glances up.

“Are you okay?” I ask Warren. I can still see that darkness in his eyes.

“We have things to talk about.” Crap, I’m in trouble. “I love you, little mouse.”

“I love you too.” I press a kiss to his mouth. “Now take me home where I have a feeling I’ll never be leaving again.”

“You’ll be lucky if I let you leave the bedroom.”

“Don’t tease me with a good time,” I joke, but Warren doesn’t laugh.

“Too soon, Tova, too soon,” Cosima says.

That’s the last thing I hear as Warren carries me out toward home.

Chapter Thirty-Two

WARREN

Icould have lost her. It’s challenging for me to process that. Tova has become my whole world. I’d had a barrage of emotions the whole drive over to reach my wife. There was only her, and if anything happened to her, if someone took her from me, all I could imagine was utter darkness. There would be nothing afterward.

I’ve gone from not feeling anything or having any real fears to experiencing all the emotions I’ve heard others speak of. Also a rage that was all-consuming. My father had been right. I am more dangerous. I lost all rational thought in my mission to get to her. I would have killed anyone without a thought if they’d stood in the way.

My plan had been to take Bobby alive so that I could have my fun with him, but when I saw him with that gun pressed into my little mouse, everything went out the window. I did what needed to be done to get that gun off her.

“It’s my turn.” Tova grabs the bottle of body wash, intent on washing me. I brought her straight up to our bathroom, where I stripped her to inspect every inch of her to make sure she was unharmed.

"You don't need?—"

"I do." Tova cuts me off. "Let me love on my husband." That has me shutting my mouth. "I knew you'd come for me. I never doubted that." I would have to be dead not to go to her.

Marks had given us a head start, but my other alert had started to go off as well. The one I have on Tova's ring finger. It monitors many things, heart rate only being one of them. It is technology that Z had crafted himself that helps assess if there is danger.

I can't begin to comprehend how all that shit works, but it did exactly what Z promised. As soon as I got into the car, a range of alerts began going off. I'm not sure why Z created it, but when he installed the microchip into the ring like he was doing surgery, I knew it wasn't his first time doing such a thing.

"I told you I would never allow anything to come between us."

"I remember." She smiles up at me. "But I'm safe now." Tova brings her hand to my cheek. I lean into her touch. "You know that, right?"

"No, I don’t know that." I'm still on edge. The adrenaline is still pumping through my veins. Tova's hand wraps around my cock. I cover hers with mine. "That's not a good idea," I warn her, unsure if I’ll be able to control myself. The way I want to take her right now is not soft and slow. My body is wound too tight. But I don’t want to be rough with her after everything she’s been through.