I slowed outside her bedroom to listen for a second before I headed for the stairs. I’d give anything to be able to stay with her, to find every goddamn scrape and fucking bruise those bastards had inflicted. I wanted to be the kind of man who kissed those wounds better and whispered promises to keep her safe. But I wasn’t that man. I wasn’t anywhere near that kind of man. I was a man of vengeance. A man of wrath.
