Chapter Seventy-One

Beckett

The SUV keeps rolling through the city like the night’s holding its breath, and I sit pressed into the seat beside Harlow while one of Silas’s men sits on her other side, and I keep Talbot’s lazy half grin on my face even though inside everything in me is braced tight and ready because I have one job tonight and it’s sitting right beside me trying to breathe without making a sound.

Silas