“She went after Vance,” Gil noted from behind me. I didn’t even hear him come up. “Where is he?” “Trying to reattach his dick before his wound heals over,” Jase said. My gaze snapped over to him. There was a small smile playing at his lips. “His dick?” I asked, my own smile pulling at my lips. “I thought she was after his head.” “Wrong head,” Jase muttered.
