Chapter 6
Dylan stared at the stormy horizon, allowing the anger in his soul to manifest into something more entertaining than the last twenty-four hours of his life. If he thought about what had happened for one more second, he’d slam his fist into something or someone.
Everyone he knew had lied to him. They all claimed to be something they were not. Family. A friend. A lover. An ally. Unless something changed soon, he would place Bo in the same liar category he’d placed the rest of them. If someone else tried selling him a pack of lies, he would lose his s**t.
As he admired the way the lightning flickered in the same rhythm as his energy, the briny scent in the air changed to something sweeter, something that reminded him of apples, cinnamon, and home. If he didn’t know any better, he
