Swiftcurrent Creek [m] I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me

She hid from him, it seemed. His lips pressed together at her words, bracing himself. Of course, it still felt like a sucker punch to the gut when she did turn to him—to show him. He swallowed thickly, managing to hold back the strangled growl that wished to escape him—of only for her benefit.

“Let me take you to Arlette,” he spoke, instead, his tone and words eerily calm, despite the anger he felt coursing over him like a tidal wave. If he had known this is what had happened to Mae… He never would have let that man go so unscathed.

An eye for a goddamn eye.