Dylan concealed his anger well, but it was still captured by the boy.
The boy sat down on the vacated sofa in a comfortable position, grinning at Dylan as he tapped on the arm with his slender fingers.
"Well, Mr. Sterling, Miss Schultz is still alive for the moment, see?"
After a pause, he twisted up his lip again. "But it's hard to tell if she's still alive later."
Dylan turned his dark eyes to the boy and asked gloomily, "What do you want? Money, or something?"
"I just want to enjoy the look on your face when you're worried about your woman." The boy smiled as if he was in a good mood.
Dylan clenched his fists, and his face took on a ghastly expression. A kidnapper who wanted nothing was more terrible because he could throw everything away.
The boy arranged everything, not for money, but for --
Revenge.
And he was his enemy.
Savannah was kidnapped only because she was his woman.
