Chapter 860
- Tedmond didn’t react to the shove. He didn’t even brush off his shirt where Chad’s sweaty palms had left their mark.
- He simply stood there, letting the silence stretch until the only sounds were the rhythmic crash of the waves and Chad’s ragged, uneven breathing.
- Slowly, Tedmond tilted his head. It was a predatory movement, graceful, slow, and utterly final.