I stayed in Ian’s room for maybe like an hour before I finally found the courage to get the hell up. When reality came crashing back, it wasn’t just Jeremy that had been torn to pieces anymore. But that wasn’t important . . . Not yet.
I yanked the sheets back and hurriedly threw my clothes on running a hand through my hair, making sure to wipe away any evidence.
I didn’t exactly have a whole load of options to work with, so the best thing I could come up with was the library: information, more information.
But even as I made my way downstairs, I knew if it came down to it, Jeremy would win.
There was no amount of information that would stop me from making that trade if it was the last thing we had.
We don’t even know how much he can take. Oh, God. Danny would make sure he’d take
