Someone needed to die. Correction. Kyle Wagner needed to die, and he needed to die at Arlin’s hands. What kind of man hit a woman? Arlin twisted his grip back and forth on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. If he had just arrived a couple of minutes sooner, he would have been able to sink his fangs into Kyle’s weaselly body and put an end to the threat over Eve’s head. As it was, Arlin hadn’t wanted to leave Eve’s side while she was down, so with his chance to wring the man’s neck gone, he decided on a different course of action. It was time to make sure that her ex-lover knew no meant no.
Once they arrived at Eve’s cabin, having returned to his quickly for his clothes and her knife, Arlin had her call Alanna to come over to sit with her, along with the red
