Charles' tragic story enveloped me like a cold blanket. I couldn’t stop the chill that ran down my spine.
“I started plotting that day,” he said softly. “I made friends in prison. People who could help me when the time came.”
He stepped closer again. “I was going to make him pay. For ruining my life. For stealing twelve years from me.”
He sniffed, then straightened his shoulders. “Eventually, it was time. I got out. And I started tracking him.”
His voice had gone eerily calm now. The storm was behind his eyes, but the rest of him looked steady.
“An insider told me Kevin had returned to the US. He was back for business.”
He turned his gaze to Raven and smiled tightly. “And that was when he met you, beautiful.” He pointed at her.
Raven tensed in my arms.
“I laid low,” Charles said. “
