He knows he looks like Ridge. Ridge’s body more than his face. Ten years older than his kid brother, with little of his animal nature. But there aren’t many men as broad and tall as the Lindals. It’s part of their breed. “I’m not him,” Wright says. She’s got tears streaming down her face. She sniffles. “Please don’t kill me,” she whispers. She’s beautiful. “I don’t want to die again,” she cries.
