“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap at Hunt. Hunt doesn’t even look the slightest bit perturbed that he just gave one of the prisoners a concussion. “Relax. It was an accident.” I look at Shane’s face—his eyelids flutter the way they did all those years ago when he got knocked out on the football field. “Shane, are you okay?” “I’m okay,” he mutters. “Nelson is tough,” Hunt speaks up. “He’ll be fine.”
