His Twisted Redemption

ng through the sticky floor. I balanced a tray

zzy! Ove

waist. I flinched but forced

enomous look from across the room. Sh

ht," another customer slurred,

ands pawing at my uniform. The tray t

nou

shoved me hard. I stumbled back, my anger finally boiling over. I shoved her bac

up!" a v

mer Marine with a face like a roadmap of bad decisions. He gr

e gonna fight," he growled. "

t. A sleek, black sedan was parked outside, its headlights slicing throug

an easy confidence that didn't belong here. For a se

Ethan

kin. He was back. After eight years, the ghost who haunte