Chapter 235. Ghosts From the Past

Did I want to sit Colt's doppleganger and have him tell me everything he knew about Colt? Hell yes. 

Did I want to spend one more minute in his aura, which was the roughest, darkest thing I had ever felt? I’ll pass.

So I pushed off the bar stool, taking my glass of beer with me, said, “Have a good evening.”

Perhaps it was time we returned to the rental. It had been an eventful night, and I was ready to be alone with my thoughts, and maybe with Colt.

Have him answer all my questions. 

I winced at the thought that we would probably be ending the night with a fight once again. 

“You wear it well, you know?” I heard the stranger pull out a bar stool behind me, the wood legs scrapping against the floorboard.

“What?” I turned back, even though I should have kept walking. 

Colt would notice us any moment now, and there might be a real brawl this time.

“The danger,” he replied, drumming his finger on the countertop, the exac