28A Necessary SacrificeAs the Jeep pulled up in front of the Irish club, and Conn and Tazia went inside, Soren found himself scrutinizing each and every movement they made, jealousy punching at his gut.
He’d watched them leave the club earlier, and circled the block in Conn’s truck, vacillating about whether to stay or go. When he saw them drive away in the Jeep he put his foot down and left in the opposite direction.
In the time he’d been gone, he’d managed to re-establish a little balance. The brutality of the attack on the boat was still with him, it dogged his steps like a dark shadow, but he’d also started to accept the blood stained his hands and his alone. Conn may have pushed him toward the edge, but he’d been the one to step over.
For now, that was as far as he was able to get
