Chapter 36 You Need Me
- Owen’s voice was calm, but I knew better. I imagined a pretty, six-year-old boy with Owen’s eyes and shuddered in disgust. Grime was the only way to describe the sick bastards who were responsible for all of this.
- “You have my word, Owen,” Matt said, evenly though he still looked a little queasy. “Mordecai is on the list.”
- Owen nodded and stood, “If you’ll excuse me, I’d… like to smoke in peace.”