Chapter Seven
Chaos ensued as Blaze—despite being handcuffed—thrashed about and struggled to break free from his handlers. They had anticipated the movement and shoved the group in the opposite direction, just as backup arrived to escort the rowdy bunch away from the scene.
Anna stared after Blaze, her face pained as tears began streaming down her face.
“Don’t worry about Blaze, we’ll get him out on bail, if needed,” I said, pulling her into an embrace, though I knew at the end of the day, that would be the least of her concerns.
She shook her head. “I’m not worried about him getting arrested.”
I mentally kicked myself, immediately thinking that perhaps my attempt at offering comfort had translated as insensitivity. Gah—I was so bad at this.
Anna sensed my discomfort and squeezed my
