CHAPTER 10

Mark Horror gripped my stomach as I thought about what Sutton had said: ‘They came after me.’ The phrase rolled around in my mind over and over again as Sutton slept. The woman slept much like she lived, with reckless abandon. Even sprawled out with her mouth open, Sutton was beautiful. A part of me wanted to wake her and asked what had happened. Did she know any of their names? I wanted to kill the bastards with my bare hands. It sickens me to think that they would even think of...