“Who are they?” I asked. My voice wasn’t loud, but it sounded like a cannon in the quiet space. A muscle along Colt’s jaw ticked. “People who shouldn’t be breathing your air.” “I’m going to need a little more information than that.” Colt’s knuckles bleached white as he gripped the wheel tighter. “Someone we’re at odds with. Damien’s family and mine have never gotten along. We got them into trouble not that long ago, and Damien holds a grudge. If you ever see him or his friends, you run in the opposite direction.” “Am I going to see him?” I squeaked.
