Storm
Once the rogues had been taken away, Doyle, the girls and I climbed into the SUV.
The moment Doyle started driving, the silence in the car became almost unbearable.
He kept glancing at me.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice tense. “Did they hurt you? Did any of them touch you?”
His grip tightened around the steering wheel.
“If they did, I’m going to kill them.”
I looked at him.
There was something frightening in his expression.
“Doyle—”
“I mean it, Lena. I’ll make them suffer.”
His voice grew darker with every word.
I reached across and placed my hand over his.
“I’m fine.”
His eyes flicked toward me.
“They didn’t hurt me. They didn’t touch me.”
He studied my face for several seconds before finally seeming satisfied t
