CHAPTER 31 | Beau
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It’s been two days since our argument, and Holly hasn’t touched me. It’s like we slid backward. No, that’s not quite right. Sliding backward implies that we were going somewhere to begin with. Now, we’re just back to where we were.
Where we belong, I remind myself. It’s true, but my chest twists anyway. After I told her I would never let Landers and Parish slide, it was like all the light in her went out. She almost looked like she might cry, like she pitied me and was afraid for me and that’s bullshit.
Just thinking about it makes my hands fist around my truck’s steering wheel, this isn’t about revenge. It’s about justice. It’s also about prevention. Getting away with killing horses for money will only make Landers and Parish bolder. It isn’t a ques
