Chapter 9
His heart pounded. Not racing but fast enough for him to be aware. Others talked around him but Mason struggled to tune in. Required all his attention to remain seated while Doc took his blood. At the first sight of red a vision overlaid everything. Mason shoving Miles aside, knocking Talbot over, stomping on his injury, destroying the careful stitching Miles had completed. Instead of giving in to his unreasonable rage, he gave Miles a false smile, drew in a steadying breath.
Had this penchant for violence always been a part of him? He didn’t think so, recalled it bubbling under the surface a day or two after Antonio died. A headache flared. His muscles grew sore. His jaw ached.
Hard to believe Talbot made him go through with the blood test—the man believed him—then again, not
