Norris Moore was exhausted, and as soon as he lay down, he fell asleep quickly.
Trenton Smith looked at her slightly furrowed brow, stretched out his hand to gently stroke her pale cheek, the soft and cool touch on his fingertips brought him an indescribable emotion.
It's hard to describe the feeling of driving all the way here.
Not just fear.
Even more, it was dread.
Fear of her death.
No one understands the madness hidden beneath Rufus Swallow's sunny appearance better than him.
He and Rufus had never gotten along, and Rufus wouldn't hesitate to strike at those around him.
He was a downright... unprincipled rogue, as long as it angered him, there was nothing he wouldn't do.
So he understood very well what Norris Moore would suffer in Rufus' hands.
He would not show any kindness, he would only be ruthless.
Unfortunately, things turned out as he expected.
