Jace glanced at Vivienne.
She was trembling so badly that she could barely remain standing. Whatever he thought of her, the sight of her struggling to breathe made his expression tighten.
He turned back to Rhett.
“I'm not defending Vivienne. If she's responsible for what happened to Sage, she'll answer for it. Dad will make damn sure of that. But you're not going to kill her on some deserted road because you're too angry to think straight.”
Rhett stepped toward him.
“Move.”
“No.”
The answer came without hesitation.
Rhett's jaw flexed.
“Jace, I'm warning you. Don't make me deal with you, too.”
Jace removed his helmet and tossed it onto the motorcycle seat.
“Then deal with me, because I'm not moving. I know you, Rhett. I know when you're angry, and I know when you're so far gone t
