Hector Cruz’s mocking face entered his line of vision, but it wasn’t the sight of the rebel leader that quickened his pulse. It was Eva, who apprehensively appeared at Cruz’s side. He didn’t want to look at her, but his gaze refused to comply despite his brain’s command to look away. When he spotted the blood dripping down her chin, he had to forcibly stop himself from jumping to his feet and pulling her into his arms. That he could still feel concern for her sent anger shooting up his chest, and he quickly armored himself with that rage, refusing to let Eva see that he still gave a damn about her. Sitting on the floor, with his legs stretched in front of him and his wrists tied behind his back, Tate watched as Cruz stepped into the room, a semiautomatic dangling loosely from his grip. “I thought you two might like to chat,” Cruz said, sounding both amused and annoyed. Those black eyes pierced Tate’s face.
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