Daisy
The Pack’s soldiers dragged the battered rogue away, his bloodied form limp between them. I couldn’t tear my eyes off him, even though I should have looked away. My brothers would call me soft-hearted for it, but there was something in his eyes before they hauled him off… something that reminded me not everyone chooses to be a rogue. That others were forced by circumstances.
“What’s going to happen to him?” My voice came out quieter than I intended, a bare whisper, yet it carried.
Enrique didn’t even flinch. His expression remained carved from stone as he moved ahead of me and held the car door open with that maddening patience of his. I slid into the passenger seat, carefully, gracefully, as though my composure mattered more than anything else. Maybe it did. Maybe I always wanted
