Chapter Eighteen
EZRA STARED DOWN at the freshly turned earth. He killed men before, but never like this, never so out of control that his rage spurred him into a frenzy. This wasn’t him. He sighed as he shoved his dirty hands into his pockets. He never should have allowed them to drag him out of his campsite.
“You know, I don’t blame you,” Dimitri said as he stood beside Ezra, leaning on a shovel. “Who knows what that man would have done to that little girl? You reacted to a dangerous situation in the heat of the moment. You helped save that girl. That’s all that really matters at this point.”
“I think I went a little overboard,” Ezra said, his gaze still fixed on the grave.
Josh stood on his other side, his hands also wrapped around a shovel. He had joined them as soon as Colton and
