Thane's pov.

All I see is red. Blazing, fiery red.

The old man's blond hair clung to his sweaty face, his features ragged and the clothes on his body must have been on for three days at least.

He reeked outwardly, but I know he's dirtier on the inside.

Harrison is old enough to be my father, but the level of disgust I feel right now is suffocating. I curled my fists into a ball so I wouldn't punch him in the face.

Not yet. I needed to put up with this charade.

"Harrison?" I say, my voice ...