Didn’t mean it would stay that way. To his left, Quinn stood behind the barricade and studied Old 31 with a pair of binoculars. Whitney Blair huddled close to her—pale, scared, and out of place with a shotgun in her hands. Jonas Marshall checked and rechecked his rifle, wearing a line through clumps of snow with his pacing. Every chance he got, he wandered close to Quinn. As if no one would notice. Liam made a note to keep an eye on the kid. With those baby-blue eyes and that swooping blond hair, he was too handsome for his own good.
