Killer Instinct (The Naturals, #2)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“You wanted him to come here,” I whispered furiously to Michael, watching Dean from inside the car. “You gave him the keys—” “I gave him a choice,” Michael corrected. “I’ve seen Dean angry. I’ve seen him disgusted and drowning in guilt, scared of himself and what he’s capable of, scared of you.” Michael let that sink in for a moment. “But until today, I’ve never once seen him raw.” Michael paused. “It’s not the bad memories that tear a person apart like that, Cassie. It’s the good ones.” We fell into a momentary silence. Outside, Dean started walking down the dirt road. I watched him go, then I turned back to Michael. “Did you give him the keys because he needed to come here, or because once upon a time, he threw your past in your face?” Coming here might help Dean—but it would, without question, hurt, too. “You’re the profiler,” Michael replied. “You tell me.” “Both,” I said. Pseudo-rivals. Pseudo-siblings. Pseudo-something else. Michael and Dean had a complicated relationship, one that had nothing to do with me. Michael had arranged this to help Dean and to hurt him.

they have to fuck this out