Chapter 10. What's Under the Skin

Rae POV

He kept his word to the minute.

At seven-forty, with the sun gone behind the Bitterroots and the sky going the color of a bruise, Wade knocked on my new door. My new one, at the far end of the hall from his, with a lock Judge had installed himself while muttering about Gus.

"You still want to know?" he asked.

"Somebody's texting me to take my vitamins, Wade." I held up my phone. "Yes. I want to know."

He read both texts once. A muscle jumped in his jaw, and he handed the phone back very gently.

We rode up the logging road behind the compound, past the rusted Ashcroft gate. I didn't look at it. I could feel it anyway, like a stare on the back of my neck. The road turned to dirt, then to two ruts, then to nothing. Wade parked where the pines open