Chapter 53

His hand shot out and grasped Brooker’s throat, shoving him backward to pin him to the building. “He’s not well?” Gideon hissed. Leaning down, he met the man’s eyes, aware that his control was on a very tight rein at the moment. “You’re fucking right he’s not well. You want to know about the future? Which part do you want to hear about? The part where you strung him up from the ceiling and ran him through with every sharp object you could find? Or the part where you sold your soul and turned your back on everything Mary ever said or did? Don’t talk to me about how you’d do anything to reach her vision. I’ve been living with the ghosts of what you’ve done for the past six months.”