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Tried waiting.
Tried convincing her.
Then warning her.
Then frightening her.
Nothing worked.
Because Beast kept getting in the way.
Always Beast.
Always watching.
Always protecting.
Always there.
The obsession burned hotter.
Angrier.
More dangerous.
A second truck sat hidden behind Gerald's.
Its occupants remained inside.
Waiting.
His new friends.
The men Beast hadn't seen.
The men who'd helped in the woods.
The men who understood how things worked.
One of them stepped out.
Tall.
Broad shoulders.
Scar running across his cheek.
His name was Darren Pike.
A drifter.
A criminal.
A man who would do almost anything for money.
Exactly the kind of help Gerald needed.
Darren approached.
