The coldness in his voice anchored me to the spot. Catrina was always meanest when she had me alone, and when David moved away, she was all too quick to fill the space he left behind, grabbing the collar of my t-shirt while David held Colt back.

“You little whore,” she hissed, dragging me across the floor and thrusting me against the nearest wall. “What, was this some kind of scheme to get close to Gavin? I heard about how he came to your rescue! I smelled him where he fought off the ...