“Are you trying to make a point, Fulton?”
Wesley nodded, the movement barely visible in the darkness. “If they took anyone else's woman, you and Jesse would have sat down and puzzled it out. They took yours and made you react without thinking. I bet it was intentional.”
“Would you shut up,” Jesse hissed. “We're almost there.”
Wesley's words struck a chord with Dylan, but he couldn't quite fit the pieces together over the more pressing worry about Lydia's safety.
Addie looked pitiful, hunched up on the floor, her arms around her knees as though to protect her unborn child from whatever evil these criminals intended to inflict on them.
Lydia crouched beside her. “Are you hurt? They dropped you pretty hard.”
Addie lifted her face from her knee, stunning Lydia with her determined, angry
