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Chapter 243
~Snow’s POV~
"I’m not charging in blind," I argued, keeping my voice firm. What were they thinking? That I didn’t love Zara enough to think things through? "I’ve already had soone trace the IP address from the ssage."
"Of course, you did," Zade said, his tone dripping with frustration. "You think soone who’s been in hiding this long will suddenly slip up and let you trace their location? It’s a trap, Snow!"
I tightened my grip on the wheel, the realisation gnawing at the edges of my mind. I was so angry and in a hurry to save Zara that I didn’t think this through.
"It doesn’t matter. I can’t sit back and do nothing. Zara’s out there, and she needs ."
"And you think running headfirst into a trap is going to help her?" Zade growled. "Listen to yourself! If you’re captured—or worse—then who’s going to save her?"
"I’ve got this," I shot back. "I don’t need your approval."
"This isn’t about approval, Snow!" Zade roared, his voice crackling through the line with raw emotion. "This is about my sister—my family! You might be her husband, but you don’t get to make reckless decisions with her life on the line."
His words struck deeply, yet I stood by my decision. "I know what I’m doing."
"No, you don’t," Zade countered coldly. "If you did, you’d realize that walking into this alone is exactly what they want. You think Zara would want you to gamble her life and yours just because your ego won’t let you wait for backup?"
"I—"
"You’ll do as I say," Zade interrupted, his tone brooking no argunt. "Stand down and wait for . I’m on my way to et you. Tell where you are."
I hesitated, my mind warring between my need to act and the logic in his words.
"Snow," Zade’s voice softened, but the steel remained. "She’s more important than your pride. You know that."
He was speaking the truth. I tightened my jaw and exhaled heavily. "Fine," I groaned out. "But if you’re not here soon—"
"I’ll be there," Zade interrupted. "And Snow, don’t you dare make a move without . We’ll get her back. Together."
The line went dead, leaving in silence save for the rumble of the engine and the pounding of my heart.
I eased my foot off the gas slightly, my mind racing as I replayed the call.
"Zara, hold on, please."
For now, I would wait. But the mont Zade arrived, whoever had taken Zara would learn the cost of their mistake. And I would make sure they paid in full.
"Yeah but for now, what do we do? How about still driving and letting Zade catch up? I an, it beats waiting out there on the road."
Glacier was right. We could also play Zade but that was dangerous. Should the enemy be alerted of my presence, Zara could be in danger.
So, I did the only thing I was sure would be best.
Taking my phone, I searched through my contact list for one na. Soone outside the trio I could trust. But soone no one wants to disturb because of how grumpy he was.
The Golden God.
The phone rang twice or thrice before Bragart finally connected the call and answered in the laziest voice ever.
"Ah, what a pleasant evening, Snow. To what do I owe the pleasure of this rare call?"
Even through the phone, his voice dripped with mockery. Golden God, the master assassin, spy, and extractor. He was a shadow that no one could catch unless he allowed it.
Despite his irreverent attitude, the man was unmatched in his field—a genius with a dangerous streak and a reputation that spoke for itself. The combination of his skills and his werewolf status was truly remarkable.
"I need you." I cut straight to the point.
"You wound ," he teased, his voice laced with amusent. "No ’how are you?’ No pleasantries? Just straight to business. Typical Snow."
"Golden..." I said, my patience wearing thin.
His tone shifted instantly, the teasing edge replaced with sothing cold and unyielding. "What do you want from ?"
"My wife..." I began but he cut off mid setence.
"...has been taken." There was a brief pause before he spoke, and his voice was icy. "I know."
The admission hit like a punch. My grip on the steering wheel tightened, and my eyes narrowed. "You know?"
"Yes," he said plainly.
"Then you know why I’m calling you. I need your help to get her back."
"No."
The single word was delivered so decisively it left no room for argunt.
"What do you an, no?" I growled, barely able to keep my wolf at bay. "She’s in danger, and I don’t have ti for your gas. If you know, then you should be offering to help."
Golden God’s chuckle was low and unsettling. "I’m not your personal savior, Snow. And I don’t work for free."
"You’ll be compensated," I snapped. "Na your price."
"You think this is about money?" His tone was sharp now, laced with sothing darker. "You still don’t understand how this works. I don’t take jobs that don’t align with my interests. And frankly, your wife’s predicant doesn’t concern ."
My blood boiled. "I’ll make it concern you."
"Good luck with that," he said, the amusent back in his voice. "You’re desperate, Snow. That’s the only reason you called . But desperation doesn’t change my answer."
Before I could respond, his voice turned colder than ice. "Here’s so free advice: don’t waste ti calling people who won’t help you. That’s the difference between you and —I don’t hesitate."
The call ended with a sharp click, leaving staring at the phone in disbelief. The audacity of him left speechless for a mont, but that mont quickly gave way to rage.
"Damn him!" I roared, slamming my palm against the steering wheel.
Glacier growled in agreent. "I told you we should go. Ti is not waiting for us, and Zara—"
"Fine!" I snapped aloud, starting the ignition. "Zade can catch up if he wants. I’m done waiting."
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