Page 98 of Shattered By the Currents

Ward sighed like he was being forced to listen to a fictional story or something. “So because Nathaniel is friends with Xander, you think one of them broke into the old firehouse and gassed your girlfriend while the other fired at you in the forest?”

Okay, now Connor wanted to hithim. “Yes.”

“You get a description of the shooter?”

“No. He was too far away, and I was too busy trying to avoid a bullet to the skull.”

“Why didn’t you shoot or catch him? You’re former special operations.”

“I prioritized getting to Raven.” Fuck, why was he even having to defend himself?

“This is even less to go on than the other shit, kid. But you share what you know with my deputy, like where exactly it took place, and I might send a guy to look for a bullet.”

Might?

Then Ward just turned and walked down the hall like he wasn’t the biggest waste of space this town had ever seen.

Raven dugher nails into her palm as the soft hum of the engine vibrated beneath her in the truck. It was evening and she’d barely spoken since they’d left the hospital. But then, Connor hadn’t either.

Was he as stuck in his head as she was?

She felt sick and violated and angry all at once.

Xander had put a listening device on her phone. He had to have done it back in North Dakota. That was the last time they’dbeen together. A recording app on her phone and a tracker on her car.

The asshole.

She’d thought she hated him before. She’d thought that what she’d felt for him a month ago was as dark as it could get. But this was worse.

When they pulled up to Connor’s house, she almost felt nervous to get out of the truck. Like Xander was going to jump out and attack.

Connor was there though, curling an arm around her waist and leading her into the house.

“Hungry?” he asked, once the door closed after them.

She shook her head. “I might go upstairs and change.”

Polly had brought her a fresh change of clothes to the hospital, but she just wanted to be in some comfy sweats.

“I’ll come with you.”

Before she could tell him that was unnecessary, his hand was on her back and he was leading her up the stairs.

Inside the master bedroom, he checked the windows, the bathroom, and the walk-in closet before stopping in front of her. “I’m going to do a quick sweep of the house.”

She nodded.

One kiss to her temple and he was gone.

Then there was silence. It felt loud and heavy, especially in comparison to the hospital.

With a sigh, she stepped into the bathroom and pulled off her top. She was about to take off her jeans when she felt her cell in her back pocket. She slipped it out, finger hovering over the power key.

Ethan had deleted the app and checked the phone. He said it was clean. So why was she hesitating? Why did the mere sight of it make her want to drop the phone to the floor? Stomp on it. Kick it into the wall.

“Are you okay?”

Her gaze lifted to Connor’s reflection in the mirror. “I hate him.”