Anger didn’t begin to describe the war brewing inside Luke’s chest as a teenager. After three years of being shuffled around in the foster care system, Luke channeled his anger into a different kind of war. The war in Iraq. At least it made him feel like he was doing something productive with all his rage.
Rage he’d buried, deep. Yet here he was, thinking about the past. A waste of energy.
He needed to focus on keeping Krista Yates safe. The image of her limp body lying on the floor reminded him of…
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