#Chapter203
/"He'll tell you whatever you need to know, boy,/" Angel said quietly. /"We've already had a discussion, him and I, and he understands just how . . . beneficial it would be for him to loosen that tongue of his./"
Tyler groaned. His head swayed and his eyelids fluttered, but he didn't seem to be in any kind of state to answer anything. He was wearing the clothes he'd been wearing last night. The short shorts. The vest. But boot prints now bruised his bare legs, and the closer he got, the more he saw the swelling beneath the blood-stained mouth.
/"I'll get the water,/" Raven mumbled. He vanished.
/"Angel,/" Ronan whispered, using his absence as a chance to turn to the man who looked so very similar to his birdie. /"What's going to happen to him. You're not going to kill him, are you?/"
