Toby
Okay, of all the things he had ever done in his life, this may be the first time he ever had what may have been considered a bad idea. It was his idea to split up those knives.
It was also his idea to hide one in the house.
Of all the things he could ever screw up, this was the f**k-up more of the Brandon variety.
Since they were all suddenly in a shitload of trouble, what was one more demerit on his record? Brandon was going to focus on getting the one he hid—somewhere in Diamond Sky—while Toby…
He didn’t do stupid s**t. That was Brandon’s area. This wasn’t only stupid, it was suicidal.
Toby perched like a damn peeping Tom outside of the house and watched him in his element. His mate—wife?—carried that baby around like she was the sign of kingdom come.
