A low voice rang out. "You look like hell, brother."
Augustine let out a sharp breath of relief.
"Lucien," he rasped.
Lucien stepped forward, flanked by his men, dressed in tactical gear, their weapons ready. His dark eyes flicked over Augustine, then Anne, his jaw tightening.
"I've never been so damn happy to see you alive," he growled as he drew Augustine into his arms. "I am sorry. I was late." He scrunched up his face as he pulled back. "Those bastards won't live to regret it. I'll handle them."
Anne stayed close to Augustine, her fingers still curled around the fabric of his shirt. She was still trembling, the chaos fresh in her mind.
Lucien turned to her. "You are safe now," he assured her, then gestured toward a black SUV waiting nearby, hidden under a camouflage net by the cliffside. "We'll take you both somewhere secure. This island isn't safe anymore."
