My reputation for dealing with liars and cheats is somewhat brutal.” He leans forward, his eyes reflecting sunlight. “People are more inclined to tell the truth when I’m in the room. “My very own supply of fire and brimstone?” Besides, my presence has some advantages.” “Can’t you find someone else to torture?” In that case I’m coming with you to see sweet old Uncle Landon give you the horrible news, to see your face fall as he assures you there’s nothing you can do.”

“As a gentleman your comfort is my highest priority. “Does it matter?” he asks, his voice faintly mocking. And when it comes to Gabriel Miller, the cost is always too high. I have to admit this is way more comfortable than the city bus, but everything has a cost.

Are these seats heated? Of course they are. I glare at him, settling into the warm leather. The car glides forward, as if connected to his very will. “You’ll have to explain to the cops how I abducted you and transported you in comfort to your previously planned destination.” “Unfortunately,” he says with fake sympathy. I pull the latch to discover that the door is locked. I’d rather walk on nails than ride with you.” He could have had me followed after I left his office yesterday, but odds are he knew where I was before. “I don’t think you need me to answer that.”īecause he knows everything that happens in the city. It’s the only place you feel safe, isn’t it? The only place you felt loved?” “Because you’ll do anything to get your house back. That is where you’re going, I assume.”įinally he looks up, his golden gaze searing me. As the darkness solidifies, I see him reclined in the back of the limo, focused on a stack of papers in front of him. The door shuts behind me, enclosing me in the warm darkness.Ī shuffle of papers. “Good morning,” comes the low voice of the man who made me come on his desk. The shadowed interior hides his face, but I know who it is before he speaks. It’s that moment when you’ve slammed your finger in a door, before the pain has registered, when your mind is all too aware of what comes next. My feet move me across the pavement, breath trapped. He opens the back door and stands beside it, a silent invitation. The driver steps out and nods to me in that deferent, discreet way that drivers have. It’s probably one of Chastity’s customers.Īt eight o’clock in the morning. Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo / iBooksĪ sleek black limo idles in the center of the parking lot, the gleaming black stark against the backdrop of cracked concrete and cigarette-littered gravel. THE KNIGHT is book two in the Endgame series from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren about revenge and seduction in the game of love. What he doesn’t realize is that every pawn has the chance to become a queen. The only thing I have left is the determination to get back what’s mine.

Two for the Show by Skye Warren