COLT POV
" How's she doing?" Blaze asked.
I leaned back against the wall, trying to shake off the frustration that was clawing at me. I’d heard that question a hundred times, and it was getting old fast. I flicked my cigarette to the ground, grinding it out with a frustrated twist of my boot. The guys were sprawled on the couch, their faces a mix of worry and confusion. We were all stuck in this heavy silence, trying to make sense of how Amanda ended up in such a mess.
I glanced at Blaze, his impatience barely masked. “Conan told me he didn’t know what happened but he’s going to cooperate,” he said.
I couldn’t help but snort, the sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Oh, so you’re on talking terms now?” I shot back, my tone a mix of bitterness and disbelief. It was hard to swallow the idea
