Sebastian
If it weren’t for Diego’s huge hand on my shoulder like a twenty-pound barbell, I’d have ripped Weird Guy’s f*****g head off and shoved his creepy brother’s d***s down his throat by now. I can’t breathe, can’t even unlock my jaw, for fear of shaking apart. I’m trembling so hard the bones in my feet ache, my fists, the pulsing crimson sockets of my eyes. If I can’t get a leash on this rage, I’m afraid I’ll blow the whole damn place apart.
“You’ve been here all along,” Vile is saying, but I can’t make sense of it.
I can’t make sense of any of it, except that my mate is too close to these psychos, and if I don’t put myself between her and them in the next twelve seconds then I’m going to start separating legs from torsos. Twist seems like he’s pretty ready to help me. I can’t mak
