He’d spent years working his way through the Rising Light’s training camps. He’d spent years forging the right connections and earning the terrorists’ trust. And he’d spent more years than he could remember sifting painstakingly through bank documents, tenaciously piecing together their financial network so he could destroy the bloodthirsty group. He’d persevered with cold calculation, tamping back his raging need for vengeance, biding his time as he worked single-mindedly toward the greater goal. But now that patience was shot. Knowing Nadine was being held captive somewhere in the compound had done away with his self-control. He closed his eyes and inhaled, reminding himself for the hundredth time that he had to wait. Then he trained his gaze on the guard yawning in his armchair near the pool house door. Sitting idly by while she was in danger was the hardest thing he’d ever done. But this wasn’t just a battle, it was a war.
