QUINN

I went still, entirely shocked by his words, by the way his eyes had darkened to an intense, lethal shade, and by how different he looked from the Jack I knew. The guy who always laughed and teased was gone; he looked like he was a mere second away from snapping someone's neck.

“Answer me, Quinn. Who am I killing?”

I blinked once, realizing just how deep into dangerous territory this was heading.

“No one.” I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but his hold was surprisingly strong, even though his fingers still gripped me with a cautious gentleness. “I'm fine. I just fell down.”

“Don't lie to...