Trick tried his hardest to stay still. It just wasn’t working. He was like a man with a defective shock collar around his neck. He kept twitching and jerking back as though an electric current traveled through his body unexpectedly. Which, of course, just made things worse.
They were back in the SUV and Adrian was inspecting a bleeding cut on his forehead. It wasn’t even the pain that had him twitching and almost jumping out of the car; it was the discovery that Riona wasn’t in the house like he had hoped. Now his mind was jumping through hoops imagining things that made his stomach churn and his skin break out in a cold sweat.
“f**k, man. I can’t stitch this if you keep moving,” Adrian eventually snapped. He gripped Trick’s jaw with his free hand and tried to force his face at the angle
