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But she wouldn’t. He knew in his gut she wouldn’t. So he texted Master Kyler: You got a second?

About five minutes later, his phone buzzed an incoming message. Of course. What’s up?

Griffin’s fingers couldn’t type fast enough. Need your help with something ASAP if possible.

We can be at the bar in ten?

‘We.’ Shit. That meant Griffin was interrupting something with Mia. But Kyler wouldn’t agree if it was something important—with Doms, the needs of their submissive always came first. Which was why he felt so damn antsy.

Done, Griffin shot back.

He was already there waiting when Master Kyler and Mia arrived.

Master Kyler took one look at him and frowned. “What’s going on, G?”

“Can you find an address for me? Now?” Griffin asked. In addition to being one of his partners at Blasphemy, Kyler Vance was a detective for the Baltimore Police Department.

“Is this about Kenna looking upset earlier?” his friend asked.

Griffin could see on both of their faces that they knew, so there was no point denying it. “Yes, and I’m worried. She won’t pick up her cell. I need to check on her.”

The debate was clear in Kyler’s blue eyes, but he finally nodded. “Let me see what I can do.” Griffin gave him her last name, and then the guy stepped away, already pulling out his phone.

“Master Griffin?” Mia asked. When he peered up at her, she continued. “Could you use a hug?”

“I could use an ass-kicking,” he said, but he gave her a smile in thanks. “But hugs are nice, too.”

Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a sweet but platonic way. “Whatever happened, I know you can make it right. I know you were part of what made Master Kyler come around about us, and I can’t thank you enough.” She pulled back.

“Master Kyler’s a lucky man,” he said, enjoying the blush that rose on her cheeks. Not quite as prominent as the blush that he could bring out on Kenna’s paler cheeks, but just as lovely.

Just then, Kyler returned. “I got what you need,” he said. “I’ll text it.”

Griffin’s phone buzzed in his hand, and he nodded. “Thanks, Kyler. I owe you.” And then he was out of there. Because he had to fix this. Somehow. He just hoped Kenna would let him.

***

The knock on the door startled her.

She hadn’t been asleep. She hadn’t even tried to go to bed in the first place. But it was eleven o’clock at night, and no one ever visited her.

Wary, Kenna crossed her tiny apartment and peered through the peep hole.

“Holy shit!” she whispered.

Master Griffin. At her place. How the hell did he even know where she lived?

He knocked again.

“Kenna?” he said in a low voice. “Are you there? Please open the door.”

On so many levels, that seemed like a bad, dangerous, scary idea, but for some reason her left hand didn’t seem to be listening. Which was when she realized, crap, she wasn’t wearing her limb. Or make up. Or real clothes.

But, heart in her throat, she opened the door anyway.

His big body filled the frame, so fucking gorgeous even in just a pair of worn blue jeans, black boots, and that black button down. Tension rolled off of him. It was in his posture and his shoulders and his dark eyes. “Kenna,” he rasped.

He’d come. He’d come for her. Just like he had all those years ago, even though she hadn’t known it. “Griffin.” She swallowed hard. “Why are you here? How did you even find me?”

He dragged a hand through the dark length of his hair. “Master Kyler’s a detective,” he said, appearing a little sheepish.

“Oh. Right,” she said.

“I’m sorry to come without asking first. But I was worried about you. I fucked up, again. And I wanted to try to make it right, if you’ll let me.” He shifted feet as if he were restless or distressed.

“I...I shouldn’t have left like that,” she managed, because she wasn’t the only one who hadn’t well handled their conversation at Blasphemy. It was one of the things that had been on her mind ever since she’d gotten home. Despite what she thought might’ve been her panic attack. Despite the flashback. Despite being terrified of all the things that seeing Griffin again was making her feel.


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