The car sped down the highway.
Maeve was behind the wheel.
A cowering middle-aged man sat in the passenger seat.
He was short, with dark skin and distinct Southeast Asian features.
This was the man she had been hunting—Jaroen.
Desperate to avoid capture by The Salazar Family, Jaroen had taken advantage of Mia Sutton's lovesick obsession.
Under the guise of helping her win her dream guy, he had boldly hidden out at the suburban villa hosting Mia's birthday bash.
The Scorpion Familiar, pinned to the wall by a silver needle in the corner of that house, was bound to him by blood.
By tracking the creature, Maeve had easily snared Jaroen.
Without so much as disrupting the other guests at the party, she had dragged him out and shoved him into her car.
"Miss Vance, I gave you the address. Please, let me out now."
She had expected a dark sorcerer to put up more of a fight.
Instead, he was just a spineless coward.
The moment his familiar was killed, he knew he had crossed a terrifyingly powerful enemy.
Maeve completely ignored his begging.
"How do I know the address you gave me isn't a trap?"
The horrific images of Daisy Duke's torture flashed through her mind, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened.
She wasn't going to tolerate any mistakes until she found her.
Nancy Grover thought she had orchestrated the perfect scheme today.
But she had forgotten about this ticking time bomb hiding in the shadows.
Thanks to the Stealth Bug planted on Cassia Grover, Maeve had learned her identical face was all Jaroen's doing.
If he could manufacture a flawless body double for them, his ties to the family ran deep.
Her instincts were spot on.

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