Rafe was torn up that she was so unhappy. Liam could see it every time Kat made one of her pithy remarks about being under house arrest. Liam didn’t give a shit how she felt as long as she was still alive to feel. He’d tie her down to the fucking bed if it meant he could keep her safe for the rest of her life. He shuddered at the thought of the sick fuck who’d been a part of those photos getting his hands on her. Liam had seen them, seen the women’s eyes, the macabre sights of their necks slit from ear to ear. He’d seen them each lying in a pool of their own blood. The mere thought of something like that happening to Kat? It gave him more nightmares than anything he’d seen as a Ranger. “Dinner’s getting cold,” Rafe stated, bringing Liam out of his grisly thoughts. “Not much of an appetite,” Liam admitted. “That’s too bad because I’m starving.” Kat’s voice brought all their heads turning her way, but it was what she was wearing, or not wearing that had Liam’s dick spiking to attention.
