Before the reason why can be brought to light, Colette interjects, spewing more venom. “Don’t tell him a thing, Nathan! You don’t owe this piece of trash shit.” “You would be smart to shut the fuck up. I don’t hit women,” Cade growls, gesturing to me, “but I won’t stop her from knocking out every remaining tooth until you’re nothing but gums beneath a crumbled face.”
