“Nate burst out of the front door of the cabin. For a split second, Z had to give the male a little respect. The fury on that face was epic, and that huge body was strung with so many weapons, the fucker was like a walking armory.

Gone was the laconic resister who was fucking with shit because he was bored and unconnected and hateful: The vengeance that was clearly threading through every molecule in that body...was exactly what was going through Z's own veins-- and it wasn't because the guy was protecting two buildings and his rights as a fucking landowner.

Not even close. He was protecting his female.

Zsadist glanced at the barn he knew his daughter was in.

Indeed, something had changed inside of that fighter, something fundamental, and it had woken Nate up to the world. And wasn't that a path Z himself had walked once, a lifetime ago--”