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“What?”
    “His health.” Gordon shook his head. “Right now he’s being made comfortable until—” His voice trailed again, but Dak didn’t need to hear the rest.
    Dak knew Scott’s cancer had returned after many years in remission. He just hadn’t known it had taken him down like this.
    “And what about you?” Dak asked as he poured the hot water into the mugs.
    “I’ll be happy to go with you on this mission. As a matter of fact, I insist on it.” Gordon had his silver lighter in his hand, spinning it between his thumb and index finger.
    “Insist? And why is that?” Dak put spoons in each mug and carried Gordon’s to him.
    “The mission is to rescue a slave”—Gordon paused before continuing—“from Master Blade.”
    As though he’d been shot in the back, Dak dropped Gordon’s cup on the table, nearly spilling the contents and breaking the ceramic mug. To prevent himself from getting a hot bath in his lap, Gordon grabbed the mug to steady it.
    Dak slammed his own mug down, not caring if it broke or if he damaged his table. “Is it Lil’ Mary?”
    Gordon shook his head. “And honestly, if it was, I wouldn’t have told you.”
    “Are you fucking out of your mind? You cannot ask me to do this.”
    “You’re all I have. I can’t do this alone.” Gordon pushed his mug aside while he made his plea.
    “Find and train someone else to do the rescue with you. I’ll be more than happy to help you find a replacement. But with the history I have with Blade, you can’t ask me to go in that man’s house to do an intervention, especially if Lil’ Mary is there. I would break his fucking neck before I got out my plea.”
    Gordon stood. “I know. I’ve had people watching him for the last few days. Public schools are about to start, so he’ll be tied up doing the whole parent-teacher orientation thing.”
    “When?” Not that Dak wanted to do this save. Curiosity got the better of him.
    “Tomorrow night.”
    Dak had to take off his flannel jacket or he would spontaneously combust right on the spot. “Nothing like last minute, huh? So I guess we’re doing a breaking-and-entering thing to get her.”
    Gordon nodded. “You know Blade. He’s not the type to be convinced of anything other than the fact that he’s an asshole, and he knows it.”
    “If I did this, I would need time to prepare.” Dak didn’t mean getting together equipment to get into the house. He would have to mentally prepare himself to see where Lil’ Mary had been. What had Master Blade given her that he couldn’t? What would Blade have in his dungeon that he didn’t? “I have no idea about the layout in his house, whether he has an alarm system, or what this submissive even looks like.”
    As Gordon approached Dak, he reached into his shirt pocket. “No alarm that we can tell. No one has ever been in Blade’s house to know. I know some people in the city office. Blade had his house built, so they may have the plans.”
    “He can afford to have a house built on a teacher’s salary?”
    “You know his mom owns that string of car washes in Virginia Beach. She footed the bill.” Gordon pulled out a small picture from his pocket. “And here’s our target.”
    Dak stared at Gordon before committing the woman’s image into his memory. As soon as he glanced at the picture, his heart thudded. The candid shot looked like it had been taken at a party, a big no-no at any BDSM scene. Since no one else looked into the camera, no one but this submissive, Dak figured that the room full of people had no idea that this person had taken the shot. 
    The naked slave sat on the floor on her haunches. A thick, black leather collar squeezed around her neck and connected with chains to matching wrist cuffs. Even with her big dark brown hair that could put Diana Ross’s hair to shame, Dak couldn’t help but notice the despair in her eyes.
    She damn near made a plea with just her gaze. Her slightly parted full lips seemed like she