Corrian slowly straightens, his jaw is locked so tightly I can see the muscles moving beneath his skin. Whatever was said between them, he didn't like it.
The stranger opens the driver's door, I hear movement in the hedges, hear Jax inhale, feel Ezra step closer.
The man ignores all of it.
He climbs out slowly, making no move toward any of us. Standing fully upright, he somehow looks even larger than he did sitting down. His eyes never leave mine. Not once. There is no aggression in them. No challenge. Just... sadness. Wonder. Hope.
He’s enormous. Bigger than most of the guys, not gym big, chiseled out of a mountain big. His dark hair hangs well past his shoulders, thick beard covers half his face. His features are weathered and rough, nature itself forgot to smooth the edges. There’s
