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smudge of blood on her lip.
    He looked at the man holding her arms behind her back and instantaneously jerked at his restraints, darting his stare between the other American spy and Conyers. Red hazed over what vision he had regained, and all he could see was the other man's hands on his ex-wife. If he had been the one to strike Mara … Logan marked the other man with his gaze. He would remember that face.
    Conyers smirked. "You think you were the only one to follow me?"
    Logan growled against the duct tape covering his mouth and turned his stare up to Conyers.
    Those weren’t the words he would use.
    He had never followed .
    The look he gave his former handler said so, full of ice and contempt.
    "Yep, you're coming around," Conyers said and clapped a hand to Logan's shoulder, reached for the tape and yanked it from his mouth.
    " God ," Logan growled through gnashed teeth and cursed all in the same instant. He shook his head forcefully and squeezed his eyes, blinked back the pain. The sting left across his cheeks and mouth ebbed quickly.
    "Now tell me where the microchip is and I might kill the two of you quickly," Conyers said.
    "Fuck you," Logan snarled.
    "What?" Mara cried. "Logan!"
    Her scream cut through the room, but Logan had no choice but to ignore her.
    Conyers chuckled and motioned for two men to take Mara from the spy and bring her forward. "That will be all, Raven." Once he handed her over, the spy left the room, and Conyers turned his attention back to Logan. "I don’t think you have an option, boy," he said.
    Logan snorted.
    There was only one option.
    And it wasn’t die.
    "At least tell me what you are doing before you kill me," Logan said, slightly clearer. He pushed himself to regain some modicum of coherence.
    A fist slammed into his jaw and knocked his head to the side.
    "Give him some water. We need to flush the drugs from his system," Conyers ordered.
    "Maybe I have the chip," Logan said, spitting blood from his mouth onto the floor at Conyers feet. Their gazes locked. "What will you give me if I tell you where I put it?"
    Everything changed now that they really had Mara, but at the same time, he couldn’t let her presence distract him.
    Not if they were going to survive.
    Conyers paused and turned back to Logan. "Where is it?" he demanded.
    Logan cocked his head at the man. "You let her go and give me confirmation that she is alive and safe, back at home—"
    "Not going to happen," Conyers snapped. "You think I can risk letting her go to run to the nearest government agency and tattletale. I don’t think so. Neither of you are walking out of here alive. So, you can be a good boy and tell me where the chip is and I kill the two of you or I torture her until you talk and you both end up dead anyway!"
    "Logan?" Mara cried again, pleadingly. "Just give him what he wants, damn it."
    "Doesn’t give me much incentive to tell you then, does it?" Logan asked. "Guess you'll be searching for a long, long while." He relaxed against the seat and met Conyers's furious look with calm.
    The other man sighed heavily and raked a hand through his hair as he began to pace. He snapped his fingers, crooking them at the Arabs holding Mara and the two men began dragging her to him.
    A screech filled the room, followed by a fleshy smack and a gurgled cry—not from Mara. Logan jerked his head up to find one of the men holding his throat.
    "Get your damn hands off me, you sonofabitch ," she screamed, rearing back to throat punch the other man, too, but this time he caught her fist and gave her a shove toward Conyers.
    " Goddamnit , can't you two handle a single woman?" Conyers yelled and stalked forward to grab Mara by the hair and pressed into her mandibular nerve at the back of her jaw with his other hand.
    " Ow ! Ow ! Ow ," Mara cried as Conyers forced her to her knees in front of Logan.
    Logan squirmed straight in his seat and pulled against the tape holding him.
    "Fucking let her go, damn it," he yelled at