Decisions

Nicholas

A night to remember. Of the bad kind. He had been fucking complacent. He should have known better. Because of his stupidity, he had to watch the nurse while she cleaned Sinclair's deep scratches. His jaw ticking.

Whoever targeted them was an amateur. Thank god or this would have been a different story. The thought of losing Sinclair...He began to pace, coiled, he felt like prowling the city until he found the enemy. Only the immediate need of protecting the love of his life made him pause. He needed to get her home, tucked her into their bed before he could do all those things.

The club had been roused from their sleep, to do what they do best. Investigating, scouting the perimeter for him. An attack on the viscount and his lady was an attack on them all.

"I have to clean your wounds, Redington." Huntley entered the private area in his doctor's white coat. Since Nicholas had a