Raine's POV
The morning after the Conclave, I tried to get some work done in the garage. Tried being the key word. I had a transmission sitting on the bench that needed rebuilding, but every time I picked up a tool, my brain wandered off somewhere else.
I couldn't even sleep last night. The sound of gunshots in my head kept me awake throughout the night. And I could not sleep for the image of Cole Maddox standing there in the bathroom and telling me that he was going to kill his own boss.
I set the wrench down for the third time and paced across the concrete floor, my boots scuffing against the oil stains.
Isla was perched on the workbench across from me. She had followed me to the garage that day, wearing a denim overall that was way too clean for a garage. She had her legs crossed,
