“One of our sons was with you. Just one. And where is he now?” “Misaki—” “Where is he now, Matsuda Takeru?” she demanded savagely. “Where is he now?” Predator’s eyes searched his expression, mad with hunger. She hadn’t just insulted him now; she had bitten into the rawest nerve she could find. There had to be anger there. There had to be something. He just stared at her flatly, completely emotionless. “I don’t need you speaking to me that way,” he said. “Pull yourself together.”
