assault.
“You don’t have to turn this into a mission,” Nathan told him.
Ethan looked at him over the paperwork. “That’s rich coming from you.”
Fair enough.
By late spring, Ethan’s headaches came less often. His scar hid beneath his hair unless the light caught it. He still flinched when someone came up too fast behind him, and he hated crowded stairwells,continue reading …
