Wheeling Gull Isle he's half the man and you're twice as tall

It’s the ugliest name he’s ever heard.

And still nowhere near as ugly as the acute feeling that coils in his chest like a barbed vine.

“Not what way, Dinah?” Mismatched eyes rake across her face, catching a forbidden warmth there. She’s nervous. He burns with jealousy.

She’s going to leave him. She’s going to forget all about him if he doesn’t put a stop to whatever is going on between his sister and Mulherin.

“This guy can handle himself. We need to find Mom and Ava,” Judah cuts, his tone sharp. To hell with ‘the rise’.