KELLAN'S P.O. V

Dean, in fact, did not go according to plan.

“He told you not to hurt them," July protested, pushing him in the chest.

Dean only smiled down at her, then slid his gaze to me. “Nice truck. So many cool gadgets," his greedy eye took in the monitors and laptops appreciatively. “I remember when I was still in the F.B.I., those big guys never let me play with all the cool stuff, do you know how many —”

“Would you stop?” I glowered at him, an ache spiking behind my ...