Cassie’s eyes closed. She was exhausted; her hair was standing on end. She’d run her hands through it endlessly, destroying it. Her clothes were as worn and tired looking as she.
They looked like a poster for vulnerable sitting together in the chair, Tim strung across her, as her head bent into his.
John needed to protect them. The stab of panic twisted in his stomach. How could he keep them safe? How could he make sure what happened to Kelly didn’t happen to Cassie? Or Tim?
But how was he to do that if Cassie didn’t trust him?
He couldn’t relax. He was impotent waiting here. He wasn’t used to the rage that was filling him. He’d never considered himself particularly violent and rarely felt the urge to even hit inanimate objects. But now a healthy dose of pent-up violence filled him eac
