Chapter 19 · Fangs at the Gala

"Smile," Kane said. His hand closed on my wrist before I could step out of the car. "You're my wife. Not my hostage."

"What's the difference?" I shot back.

He leaned in. Close enough I could smell the faint edge of smoke on his collar. "The hostage doesn't get to leave."

The door swung open. Flash of cameras. Voices calling his name. Kane Voss. The scarred billionaire. The freak who bought half the waterfront and never showed his face until tonight.

I plastered on the smile. He kept his hand on my back, fingers spread like a brand through the silk dress Nora had shoved me into two hours ago. The fabric was too thin. The heels were too high. And somewhere in the basement of this glittering tower, my brother was listed as a donor on Marcus Vale's charity registry.

I was going to find him. I was going to get him out. And Kane was going to help me whether he liked it or not.

"Mrs. Voss." A woman in diamonds stepped into our path. Her smile was sharp. "We didn't think Kane would ever bring a date."

"He didn't," I said. "He brought a wife.