“Why would you do that?!” “Because you escaped,” I replied with a shrug. “I needed information.” “So you cut someone’s fingers off?” “I would have cut off every piece of him if it meant getting you back.” The truth of that statement hit me as hard as a battering ram. I would have — and I’d do it again. Roan didn’t seem to understand the lengths I’d go to once I dedicated myself to a job. And losing him? Unacceptable.
