Unchained (Feathers and Fire, #1)

by Shayne Silvers

I could listen to anything with a good beat. Except Country music. For whatever reason, it made my skin crawl. I could acknowledge the skill of the singer, but would still forever hate the music itself.

“That will never happen again,” I whispered. “Country music?” he asked, voice incredulous. “Never again, Roland. Or I’ll buy you a walker right now. With tennis balls on the legs for safety. And you can shuffle your handicapped ass down to the storage units by yourself.”