splinters sett

y. His eyes locked onto Rudy, who

ing from Brennan was a ph

ce pale with terror. "Who the hell are you?

He crossed the room

hauled the three-hundred-pound man off the floo

ck and drove his fist directly

of bone shattering

uined nose. Brennan opened his hand in disgust, letting

the groaning man and droppe

cheek and the blood at the corner of her mou

eyes. She shrank away from him, her hands weakly tryi

e a knife twisting

ible. "It's me. It's Brennan," he said, h

Hazel's shoulders broke. Her heavy eyelids flut

warm from his body heat. He wrapped it tightly arou

the other behind her back, lifting

toward the do

leather dress shoe down har

in, curling into

Hazel down the

were forced onto the sofas, surrounded b

stand up, her face a mask of fake outrage. "You ar

bottom step. He looke

wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying, ab

alization that the "poor IT boy" was the monster

; he just gave a microscopic nod. A guard kicked Benton hard in t

ked eyes wi

age," Brennan said, his voice deadly quiet, "I will

he last drop of blood from Mildred's face.

ked out the

h open. Brennan carefully placed Hazel onto t

pital. Now," Brennan

the driveway, leaving

he thick, soundproof privacy partition roll

in. Her body temperature spiked. She felt

instinctively seeking the only

ace against his crisp, cool dress shirt. Her hot

ally brushed against t

straight to Brennan's groin. Every

s cheek. He grabbed her shoulders, his large hands

cursed unde

t took not to pull her closer was agonizing. He held her tight, staring o