Terrifyingly calm.
Every bit of warmth disappeared from his face.
He turned toward Vaughn.
And suddenly I understood why people feared Army Rangers.
Because Hersh didn’t look angry.
He looked like death deciding whether someone deserved mercy.
Trigger quietly muttered:
“Oh, this guy’s screwed.”
Wolf actually shifted slightly off Vaughn.
Not protecting Vaughn.
Making room.
Tate didn’t stop it either.
Ava noticed immediately.
“So we’re all just letting this happen?” she asked carefully.
Nobody answered.
Because honestly?
Nobody seemed particularly interested in saving Eric Vaughn anymore.
Hersh walked toward him slowly.
Deliberately.
Vaughn’s smug smile finally faltered.
22
BLAZE
Eric Vaughn’s smile disappeared the second I stopped in front of him.
Good.
Because I was real close to making sure he never smiled again.
Rain hammered the tavern windows; even Trigger stopped talking, and they could hear the bastard breathing.
I crouched slowly in front of him.
Not rushed.
Not emotional.
Worse.
