As he threw his head back and screamed. Tears welled in Loren’s eyes as she watched him break. There wasn’t a hint of the man she’d come to know these past few months. There was no strength left in the way he held himself in that moment, none of the cocky and cool-headed killer she’d gotten so used to. Whatever had happened in that house had reduced him to a shell of his former self; had stripped him down to this raw and vulnerable being.
