Dayne's POV
“You won’t get away with this,” the bloodied, enraged shifter currently tied to a dining room chair snarled. “Once Glynn realizes—”
Dayne straightened from his lean against the wall. “Please, finish Keith. What will Glynn do?”
Although his voice was mild, betraying none of his simmering fury, the shifter they’d plucked off the street and stuffed in the trunk after a solid whack to the back of the head must have heard enough to keep his mouth shut. In the long silence that followed, Dayne waited to see what the shifter would say.
But when no more threats were forthcoming, Dayne nodded. He crossed over to the shifter, and once he’d pulled a chair from under the dining table, spun it so he could sit astride it and rest his elbow on the back. “Now.
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