“You watched what they did to her,” I said softly.
Vaughn smirked weakly. “She survived.”
Wrong answer.
I grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him backward hard enough the chair legs snapped beneath him.
The crack exploded through the tavern.
Flick gasped softly behind me.
Trigger muttered, “Damn.”
Vaughn groaned in pain.
I leaned down close enough he could hear every word clearly.
“She survived despite you.”
His breathing turned uneven now.
Good.
“You sold witness locations.”
Silence.
“You let innocent people die.”
Silence again.
Then finally?—
“You don’t understand how much money was involved.”
The tavern went still.
Not guilt.
Not regret.
Money.
Wolf looked disgusted.
Tate’s jaw tightened.
Ava looked ready to personally bury this man in the woods.
Ismiled again.
Cold this time.
“You know what?” I said quietly. “That actually makes this easier.”
Vaughn frowned slightly.
“How?”
