Saint's Pov 

"The vacation home?" CJ asked me, looking at me with surprise plastered all over his face. 

"Yeah. That should be the safest place." I replied, feeling the Martini burn down my throat as I gulped it down. 

"Saint, have you forgotten already what happened the last time? You've not been there since then." He said, an expression of worry taking over his surprised face. 

Forgotten? How could I? How could I forget such? I could never. The sick feeling I ...