“Information wasn’t the only reason I came out here, rogue. I wanted to see it for myself,” Loreck Eislander’s man called as Bill led the way from the house. “The bond between you and that girl. Your sick, twisted imitation of it.”
Bill clenched his jaw so tightly he was surprised bones didn’t crack. Respect wasn’t his motivation but tact. Staying silent was his best bet. Indulging the bastard would do more harm than good in the long run. Still, he felt the urge to reply. “See what?”



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