4
HUDSON
The sight of her standing alone on the balcony, shivering in the moonlight like all the hope had been sucked right outta that great big heart of hers…
It was enough to squeeze the breath from my lungs.
But when she turned toward me and I saw them big, fat tears on her cheeks?
Fuck. My heart damn near liquified.
If Saint wasn’t in such bad shape from the Black, I’d march right back inside and put him in bad shape with my fists.
Damn it, Saint. You asshole. What the f**k were you thinking?
I shoved a hand through my hair, squashing those shitty thoughts. Wouldn’t help matters. Besides, he was seriously messed up right now in ways I couldn’t even begin to imagine. Deep down, I f*****g bled for the guy, just like the rest of our motley little crew.
But none of us hurt as much
