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GREYSON
I’d overheard every word Sarah and the nurse, Nina, had spoken to Blaine.
Teeth clenched, I had to stay still and offer comfort when I wanted to charge forward and wear a path pacing my bedroom until I resolved the situation.
The second Blaine’s anger flagged the second time, I’d taken the phone from his limp grasp and did what I did best.
I handled the reins he’d given me allowance to control, and I learned all I could from the nurse before setting a plan in motion.
I named the man who had beaten Sarah, offered detailed descriptions of him and a few of his men I’d studied countless pictures of from Higgins. I also demanded Sarah be moved to a secure room, her information given to no one without my consent.
Sarah refused to press charges, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t
