Chapter 21

“Don’t. You can’t. He—”

“Don’t try to sugarcoat what that motherfucker did to you.”

Cutter only used that language around her when he was beyond furious. He underscored that fact by curling up his fist, rolling a growl up from his chest, and punching her driver’s-side window.

Brea jumped and started—then blinked in horror when he reared back to do it again, as if he wasn’t satisfied that the glass hadn’t shattered the first time.

“Stop.” She grabbed his elbow and hauled back with all her might.

He whipped a furious stare on her, then snarled out another curse as he shook out his hand. “You shouldn’t have gone to Walker on my behalf. You promised me you’d stay away.”

“You needed me, and I—”

“He’s dangerous. I hope you fucking get that now.”

“Cutter, please. Listen…”

“No. I know you. I know you sacrificed yourself for me. And I know what you’re doing right now. Don’t you dare try to make me feel less guilty.”

“I’m not. I’m te