Chapter 22He gripped Terrell’s wrist but didn’t force it away. Chilled from rain-dampened clothing, the warmth felt good on his skin, despite the person delivering it.
And regardless, he needed a moment to process everything being said. Terrell always had blinders on to Dakota’s faults. Back when they were together, he could do no wrong—until he did, of course, and they split up because of it. But it still came as a surprise to hear someone, anyone, think he was a better person now than he had been before he started killing people on a regular basis. Who on earth could honestly think that? Dakota was only a hair better than the guy who just died in his sister’s house. Sure, he took care of Ken, but he had to be a bad influence, too. He’d gotten Gage killed. He was the reason a whole city
