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Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

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He’d gotten back from his break and sprung right into action, no questions

asked.

It’s the kind of quality you look for in an employee. A soldier.

Without knowing much about his actual background, the squared, neat

cut of his dark hair and the anchor tattoo peeking out from beneath his shirt

sleeve, tells me he probably has some military experience, which means he

understands loyalty.

His existence here as a bouncer makes me less irritated with Jonas and his

shitty hiring skills.

Slightly.

“You just gonna leave him here?” Blue asks as I head for the door,

cocking a thick brow.

I pause. “Got a problem with that?”

He holds his free hand up, shaking his head. “Nope. Just making sure

we’re on the same page.”

“I’ll be back for him. Don’t let him out of your sight, and don’t let anyone

come in while I’m gone.”

Closing the door behind me with more force than necessary, I quickly

scan the bar floor, making sure all of the patrons found their way out. After I

kicked Gwen’s skinny ass to the curb, I announced to the few customers that

we were closing early, bolting the doors so no one else could get inside.

Pushing out the back door, I lock up and walk down the alley to my

waiting town car, informing the driver—drivers change so often around here,

I haven’t bothered to learn his name—of our destination. He guides the

vehicle through the streets, practically empty this time of year, until finally

turning onto Fifth and stopping in front of Station Thirteen.

It’s not an active bus station; hasn’t been in years. The Primroses,

majority owners of the island, scaled back years ago on public transportation

costs, arguing that we don’t get enough tourists each summer to balance out

the expense.

So, the few stations we had were either torn down and turned into

something more profitable, or—on the south side of the island—they became

hotbeds for criminal activity.

This one in particular is known for its shady operations, but Elena

wouldn’t know that, because I dropped her in the middle of my world and

gave absolutely no explanation.

Took her from one cage and imprisoned her in another, possibly for

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