Cutter's P.O.V.
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"Dude, what are you doing?" Savage asked me. "This is a worse look than when Saylor and Gnarly gave you sh.it. That was only a few weeks ago. The hell happened?"
I only grunted in response, refusing to take my eyes off Sorsha. Of course, I followed her into the bar shortly after dinner. Just like I follow her into every room. It wasn't planned at first. I can't even use the excuse that I'm her shadow because War took that job away from me. Apparently, he trusts Sorsha now. Fu.cking unbelievable.
Savage has got a point though, and I know it. I've been staring hard at Sorsha. Usually, I keep my cool, stay in the corner, and just keep an eye on her. Right now, I'm glaring daggers from across the room. Not because Sorsha's doing anything w
