Chapter 84

• "Please," Brad implored once more, his deep, heaving breaths filling the kitchen with the stench of whiskey. "I know it was wrong-"
• "I honestly expected you to be the same jerk I remembered," Zack said conversationally, some of his fury dissipating momentarily. "I thought you'd fight back, or tell us to go rot in hell. Something that would require a backbone. Instead, you're just sobbing like a coward."
• "Please, what do you want-"