What am I doing?
Maverick asked himself as he closed his fingers around Carrie’s hand, and dragged her behind him. He swore to himself last night that he'd stay away from her. He'd try by all means to stay calm in her presence so that he didn’t scare her. But what he was doing now, was far removed from him being calm. He felt like he wanted to rip something apart. Preferably rip into Kalan’s brother. Cien sat there, looking smug, as if he knew something Maverick didn’t.
Maverick’s eyes narrowed on him. A niggling feeling vibrated through him. He felt he should know something, something important, but he didn’t remember.
Fuck, what is it? Maverick asked himself. He needed to know, because every instinct in him screamed that he shouldn’t trust this man. He’d felt the same way the first
