Connor's Claim (Body Count, #2)

by Jolie Vines

“I’ve got a fast car and no sense of self-preservation. Say the word and I’ll get ye out of here.”

I waved a greeting. “You’re back.” Shade grunted. “Ev lives here now.” My eyebrows lifted. “Um, congrats? Blink twice if ye need help.” She laughed, but it was short-lived. “It isn’t Connor I need rescuing from. More on that in a minute.”

But hope was dangerous when it came as a solution to grief.