Even though he was facing death, the sheriff stood tall and hopeful in front of him. He snarled at him and told him to come to get him. They had done so before, but he was now stronger. He was free to do whatever he wanted.

"I'm just here to talk," the sheriff explained, kicking the wood floor beneath him. Allan frowned, his gaze fixed on him. He used to try to pull this shit on him in prison, and there's no reason she should believe him now.

He shrugged at him for no apparent reason. "I have a feeling you don't consider me, but I wouldn't blame you; after...