Chapter 59

Quinn

“You drive,” Troy said when we reached the SUV. “I cannot do one more thing today.”

He looked exhausted, and he was still pale. I was tired too, but I didn’t lose all my blood and almost died. “Are we…are we going to your father or what’s the deal?”

Troy yawned and shook his head. “Not today. We'll go home, get a good night's sleep, and leave first thing in the morning.”

“You told that detective-”

“Well, Quinn,” he interrupted, “a lot have happened since then and now, didn’t it? I just want to go home. Or is that too much to ask?”

His voice was calm and cold as always. He never yelled. He snapped and snarled, he growled and threatened, but I’ve never heard him scream. Not at me.

I hated it.

"No," I said softly and unlocked the car.

I got in behind the wheel and adjusted my seat while Troy made himself comfortable on the back seat. I glanced at him in the rear view mirror. He glared at me, his jaw working furiously. “Are you…going to punish me?” I asked softly.

“No. I never beat,