Chapter 62

AARON

Holy shi t. I just walked into a frat house.

That’s my first impression of Pack Roberts’ main hall.

There are pool tables and flat screen tv’s. Bars with cases of alcohol stacked haphazardly. At least a dozen empty kegs are lined like silver building blocks along one wall.

Couches have cigarette burns and look old, the leather faded and cracking.

I stare into the far right corner. Thinking I must be wrong about what I see.

But. Nope. It’s right there…

A stripper pole.

Naturally.

bears an unforgettable

stale beer. Smoke.

a hot

glance at Leah.

then she snaps her mo uth sh ut and forces her face into a pleasant expression. The shock and revulsion are hidden behind her ‘nice’

seen that expression one too

address Liam: “I imagine this hit your pack

have

in this trashed room.

Leah, I can sense deeper.

It’s not a one-night bender that tarnished this space. It’s years of decadence.

it was some small miracle that Leah came to live with

come this way,”

out his arm for Leah

stay next

a

fine. She’s pis sed. I get

going to abandon her. And she’s got to know that even though she is the

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