"She's innocent," he said calmly, and his words forced me to gaze up at him. "And you know that very well," he added, leaning his huge frame against the wall.

I fought the growl Ryker had released in my mind from escaping my lips. I hated the way he counted his words. I hated whatever seemed to be going on between Sheila and him. But I bottled up my emotions.

"That is not what the evidence against her says," I said, admonishing his green irises. Unfortunately, even ...