Chapter 222
- KESTER.
- "You fucking asshole!" I turned so fast my wound nearly split open again, but I didn't care. I lunged at Saint, my voice loud enough to turn heads in the damn hallway. He stood there like a statue, hands buried in his pockets, with his expression like stone, as if none of this shit was his fault.
- He didn't even have the fucking right to be here, let alone stand like he wasn't sorry.