FELICITY
The second I saw his face, every bit of air vanished from my lungs.
“No…”
The whisper broke apart before it fully left my mouth.
Eric Vaughn lifted his head slightly from the tavern floor, blood streaking from the corner of his mouth.
And smiled at me.
Not a normal smile.
Not a human smile.
The kind, cruel men wore when they knew they’d already hurt you.
Hersh instantly moved fully in front of me again.
Protective.
Deadly.
“What the hell is this?” Wolf demanded.
Ava looked sick.
Actually sick.
“Vaughn was part of the marshal task force six months ago.”
Ice flooded my veins.
Oh God.
Oh God.
Hersh’s voice dropped lower.
Dangerously lower.
“He had access to witness files?”
Ava nodded once.
Tate swore viciously under his breath.
Trigger looked ready to shoot somebody immediately.
Probably Vaughn.
Honestly?
Same.
The man coughed hard against the tavern floor before laughing again weakly.
“You people really suck at hiding witnesses.”
