Thirty-Two
Nate
My hands shake against the steering wheel as I sit in the parking lot of the airport, trying to wrap my brain around everything I saw. Trying to understand why I want to go back. Trying to understand why I love him as much as before and wasn’t as disgusted as I should be.
He cut a man’s tongue off—he was the man my dad warned me about. A sick feeling comes over me. Not because of what he did but because of how easily accepting of it I was. That man really did deserve what he got, and there’s no doubt in my mind the others did too.
These are bad men. They hurt people. But did that give Jace the right to take justice into his own hands? I meant what I said about him risking his life. These men are dangerous. Some might want revenge after he lets them go. They might tell their other friends about what he’s doing, and say whatever it takes to send them after him.
Worry rattles my heart in my chest. This is why he wanted me far away from him. He really was doing it for me. As I’m about to reverse the car and drive back to him, a cloth is held to my mouth, a pair of cold eyes watching mine in the mirror as everything starts to fade to black . . .