JUSTIN POV
I hung up the call with Rico, jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might shatter. "Keep tabs on him," I'd said. "Trail his ass. Dig up everything—where he lives, who he talks to, if he even blinks in June's direction, I want to know."
Because something was off with Nate. Real off. And if he thought I was going to sit around and watch him circle June like a vulture? He was dumber than he looked.
I needed to cool off. Burn this rage out before I did something that would land me back in a cell or worse, some padded room with locked doors and no windows.
So I got on my bike and rode until the air cut my face and my thoughts stopped clawing.
The neon lights of Red Bull glared like a siren's call when I pulled up. The bass inside hit like a second heartbeat. I didn't even bother pretending this wasn't where I was always going to end up tonight.
The mask slipped on like second skin.
Bad Wolf was back.
