“What exactly is your plan?” Bruce asked Herald as he closed the sliding door shut. He gritted his teeth, feeling like he was about to lose his s**t. He took a deep calming breath, as he convinced himself that Herald must have a plan. He wouldn’t place Larissa in harm’s way for nothing. He folded his arms to his chest and stared at him.
“A night of fun wouldn’t kill anyone,” he said, still giving him that bullshit. He didn’t believe it one bit. Bruce nostrils flared. He itched to close his hands around his neck. But something held him back. He didn’t know what, but he had a feeling that something was up.
“Don’t give me that,” he said. Herald stared at him for a few seconds and then he sighed. He walked to the edge of the porch and stared out at the trees.
“Do you trust me?” he asked,
