“Nick pressed a finger onto the table. “Would you bust him out of prison?” “No,” Zane answered immediately. Nick sat back, eyebrows climbing high. “No?” “No,” Zane said again. He poured another glass, gritting his teeth. “I wouldn’t let him… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“At least you had your back to it," he offered finally. "Reflex," Zane answered. "I actually had my side to it." He lifted his hand to his mouth as a trickle of blood seeped from the abused skin just under… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
