Dean doesn’t say anything the whole drive back to the compound. Garrett and the others try their hand at small talk, but give up when they see how unresponsive is. They all pile out of the car as soon as Dean parks at the compound, but when I see Dean hesitate, I wait, too.
“Are you okay?” I ask him when it’s finally just the two of us. I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I have to ask.
He stares at the steering wheel as if trying to bore a hole in it. Finally, he heaves a sigh and turns that pained gaze onto me. “I’ve never wanted to kill someone so badly in my life, Quinn. Not even Aidan’s brother in those final moments before my father killed him.”
I bite my lip at that. “I know. I do, too—you know that.”
“Do I?” He doesn’t sound pissed, exactly, but he sounds very, very hurt. “Y
