Chapter 104
- Brayden’s vision was clouded with rage as he scanned the chaotic room, his breath ragged, his body battered and aching, but none of it mattered.
- Not the pain, not the blood dripping from his own wounds.
- All he could see was Desmond. All he could hear was the torment in Penelope’s muffled sobs and the weak, barely audible cries of Anya.