“Get out of my way, Rick,” he ordered through gritted teeth.
Retribution. He wanted it, and he was going to get it. With fists flexed angrily at his sides he glared at Rick and took a threatening step forward.
Rick reached out and gripped him by the shoulders. Nate went taut, his anguish and grief vibrated in the air.
“Stone,” Rick said, his tone low and calm. “We think she’s alive.”