Eric Vaughn limped across the street, his legs trembling like they might buckle any moment. Jail had spit him out hours ago, but freedom tasted sour without a dime or a plan.
He'd been hauled off before he could settle the score with Alex—that snake who'd dared lay a hand on Sera, the woman who lit a fire in Eric's chest. To him, that was a sin worth a slow death.
"Three poisons pumping through you, Alex," he muttered, voice low and jagged. "Let's see you crawl out of that."
He shoved his hands toward his pockets, but his fingers snagged on shredded fabric. Both sides hung in tatters. He sighed, letting the frustration slip away—for now. A cab would've been sweet, but his wallet was as hollow as his luck. Two steps toward the bus stop, a black car screeched to a halt, tires clawing the pavement. A woman stepped out, middle-aged and wrapped in designer threads—stuff Eric couldn't name but knew cost more than he'd scrape together in a year.
