Chapter 17 Craving To Touch Something Other Than A Hockey Stick

• MAVERICK’S POV
• “Kaida! Kaida! Open your eyes!” I yelled, tapping her cheeks lightly as if that would wake her from the deep slumber she had slipped into. “Shit!”
• I’ve never felt emotions before, even as I watch my sister’s best friend slip into unconsciousness after a bastard tried to force himself on her, but the rage burning inside of me could lit up a whole building.