Killer Instinct (The Naturals, #2)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Dean smiled. Not a half smile. Not a grin. He beamed, and the expression transformed him. Chocolate-brown eyes sparkled underneath the blond hair that hung perpetually in his face. A dimple I’d never seen appeared in one cheek.

Lia was right. I didn’t fully understand what Dean was going through—but I wanted to. I needed to, because if it had been me spiraling into the abyss, Dean would have understood. Dean always understood.

Dean wouldn’t understand why we would go out on a limb for him, because deep down, he believed he wasn’t worth saving. He would have taken a bullet for any of us, but he wouldn’t want us risking anything for him.

Most people built walls to protect themselves. Dean did it to protect everyone else.

To Daniel Redding, Dean was a thing. A marvelous creation, purely his, body and soul.