Kenny’s POV

“Are you even paying attention, O’Rourke?”

I was—honest, hand to Goddess—but I was also still repeating the accounts of last night in my head like a skipped record. My mind kept looping back to the barrel of the gun before it slipped past my lips, and Gordon’s Cheshire cat grin promising me a world of sadistic madness at his hands.

And then I had to sneak back in—hours later—to heal the ...