Armor (Pinewood Lake #3)

Prologue II

Creedence

I was going to murder him.

It has been building.

And building.

And fucking building for close to the past decade.

That. Mother. Fucker.

He comes to me at night. He watches me from across the pavement at night. He protects me while I sleep at night.

What do all those things have in common?

They occur at nighttime when it’s dark.

When it’s dark, and it’s hard to see.