Free PRIMAL Fury (The PRIMAL Series) by Jack Silkstone

of the guards ran the detector wand over them both. Confident they had no weapons he gestured for the third man to enter the room.
    He brought in their luggage and placed it on the table next to the plastic container.
    “Hang on a second.” Bishop made as if to complain. In response, the head guard gave him the kind of threatening look he expected. He shrugged and feigned changing his mind. “Fine, go ahead. I’ve got no guns.”
    They opened his bag and started looking through his belongings, using the wand to check for metal. Inside his toiletries bag they found a pair of handcuffs complete with fluffy pink covers. The guard held them up, giving Bishop a questioning look.
    “What’s this for?”
    “Do I have to spell it out?”
    The guard’s face didn’t change.
    “Clearly I fucking do.” He nodded toward Saneh. “Little bit of rough and tickle, yeah? Sometimes my assistant gets out of line.”
    The guard’s blank look turned to a grin and he translated into Hungarian for the other guards. They all laughed and one of them slapped Bishop on the shoulder. Saneh shot him a withering look. The guard dropped the handcuffs into the container.
    Happy with Bishop’s luggage, they moved on to Saneh’s. Despite their enjoyment of the handcuff joke they searched her belongings quickly and without comment. The only thing they scrutinized was her pink iPod; the guard inspected the small device and dropped it back into her bag.
    The plastic container with their phones and the fluffy handcuffs was secured in a cabinet alongside other similar containers.
    “Back to the car!” With the security procedures over the guards led them back to the BMW, loading their luggage into the trunk. With a roar they accelerated down the road and resumed their journey through the forest.
    Minutes later they climbed a gentle rise and reached the edge of the forest. They slowed as the dense trees and undergrowth were replaced with a freshly mowed field.
    “Wow!” Bishop looked out through the windshield at the castle.
    “You’re kidding me,” whispered Saneh. “Who are these people?”
    The BMW drove into the shadow of the high walls and slowed as it passed through the open gates, under the ancient stone arch, and into the courtyard. It pulled in front of the high-walled keep.
    “We’re here,” grunted the driver.
    A doorman dressed in traditional livery opened the car door and Bishop stepped out. He looked around, taking in the high walls and gatehouse that sat over the entrance.
    “This way, sir.” The doorman had taken their bags and climbed the short staircase to the entrance of the stone fortress.
    Inside, the castle had been tastefully renovated. Entire walls had been removed and the ceilings reinforced by steel girders, opening up what was once a confined space. There was a reception party waiting for them in the foyer of the now modern hotel.
    “Mr. Martin, welcome to the Castle Loran.” A stocky brute of a man with dark hair, thick eyebrows, and no discernible neck extended his hand. The move almost burst the shoulder seams of his ill-fitting suit. “My name is András and I will be your host for the next twenty-four hours.” His English was heavily accented, his voice deep and authoritative.
    Bishop took his hand and shook it. “Please call me Nigel.” He glanced over his shoulder at Saneh. “This is my assistant, Miss Dominique.”
    “Excellent, I was very happy to hear that you would be joining us. I’m excited about discussing the business opportunities.” András ignored Saneh.
    “As am I.”
    “In the meantime I would ask that you follow this gentleman to your room.” He gestured to the doorman, who was waiting with their bags. “I have some pressing commitments but I look forward to seeing you at dinner in the main hall at six.” With that András walked off with a couple of his heavies in tow.
    “Charming fellow,” Bishop commented as the doorman led them to the elevators.
    Their room was on the