Henry Jefferson didn’t spare him a glance as he walked straight past, lifting Giselle Lambert into his arms and draping his jacket over her.

She had multiple wounds on her body, with bruised, scraped marks on her knees.

Even at his angriest, Henry would never harm her, yet these people had dared to treat her so cruelly.

Gently, he wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, his voice cool and detached, “Beat them up, then dump them in Wilker ...