6
GREYSON
By morning, the feel of Blaine in my arms had faded, and a scowl etched on my face. A near sleepless night made me bleary-eyed and grumpy as f**k. Longing to fix the s**t of Blaine’s past had haunted me every minute, and the only conclusion I found was to do away with the cult once and for all.
If the compound emptied, its leaders suffering for the hurt they’d caused dozens of people, then perhaps Blaine would gain emotional healing and be able to move on with his life.
He’d told me enough of the nightmares he’d lived that if proven true would disband the sheep-like flock of followers from the man they looked upon as a god. And possibly put the asshole and his wife behind bars where they belonged.
But how could I expose what went down behind the chain-link fence, especially
