“It’s not your fault. I’m just not used to covering the scars at home because there’s never been anyone to see them.” A muscle along Colt’s jaw ticked. “You don’t have to hide them around us.” Dash linked his fingers with mine again. “He’s right. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” “Unlike your mother,” Trace growled low. “She deserves to have her skin peeled from her body, nice and slow.” The image of him stroking Briar as he spoke such violent threats short-circuited my brain.
