It was for her. Each blow Devin threw or received was for her. So she would watch.
All the fear she'd felt of Joe ebbed as she did. He was exactly what she had called him. A pitiful bully. His size, and the wildness of his attack, helped him land a few blows. Certainly, it was that size that had him overbalancing Devin to the ground.
But even there, even outweighed, Devin dominated. His fists were fast, brutal, and the look on his face was so concentrated, she knew he felt none of the hits he took.
She didn't turn her face away from the blood, hold her hands over her ears to block out the sound. This was the end, finally the end, and she needed to bear witness.
The rage was on him so thick, so cold, that he could see nothing but Joe's face. Each time his fist hammered down, each time the power of it sang up his arms, he felt nothing but dark, deadly pleasure. His knuckles were raw, his shirt was splattered with blood, some of it his own, but he couldn't stop his fist from pumping.
'That's enough.' Jared stepped forward to pull Devin off, and nearly got a fist in the face for his trouble. 'That's enough,' he repeated, but it took all three of them to drag Devin to his feet.
'That's a satisfying sight,' Rafe commented, studying Joe's battered and unconscious face. 'I guess I can't be too ticked you didn't leave a piece of him for me.'
'Looks like he resisted arrest, right, Jare?' Shane shouldered his rifle, scratched his chin.
'That's the way I saw it. Come on, Dev, let's haul this carcass in. You need a beer and an ice pack.'
But the rage hadn't faded away, not completely. Devin jerked his brother's hand from his shoulder. 'Leave me alone.' He turned, looked to where Cas-sie still stood, pale, bruised, eyes wide with shock. 'I'm finished.' He took off his badge, tossed it into the dirt. 'Take him. I'm going home.'
'Devin.'
When Cassie started forward, Jared put out a hand to stop her. 'Give him some time,' he murmured, watching Devin cut through the woods, toward the farm. 'He's hurting.'
She tried. She went to her children and comforted them. She let Regan and Savannah come to her and fuss over her bruises. She spoke to her mother, briefly, on the phone and reassured herself that, though her mother had been bruised and terrified, there was no serious damage. And, perhaps, there was some understanding between them that they'd never shared before.
In the end, she gave in and took the sedative that was pushed on her and slept like the dead through the night.
But in the morning she knew she hadn't finished facing her demons. She let Regan deal with breakfast and readied herself to go to the farm and face Devin.
The only thing she needed to take, she tucked into the pocket of her slacks.
'You're going to see Sheriff MacKade.' Connor stepped into her bedroom doorway. His eyes were swollen and shadowed, there was a faint bruise on his cheek, and he was still so very pale. Cassie wanted badly to gather him close, but he was standing so stiff.
'Yes. I need to talk to him, Connor. I need to thank him for what he did.'
'He'll say it was his job.'
'Yes, I know he will. That doesn't mean I don't have to thank him. He could have been killed, Connor, for us.'
'I thought he was dead at first.' When his voice broke, he sucked in a breath and steadied it again. 'When he fell, and there was all the blood. I thought we were all going to be dead.'
She shuddered, tried to keep the tears out of her voice. 'I'm sorry, Connor, for what I did, for what I didn't do. I hope one day you'll forgive me.'
'It wasn't your fault. It wasn't ever. I shouldn't have said those things.' He wanted to look away, but he knew that would make him a coward. He knew what cowards were like now. 'It wasn't true, and it wasn't the way I really felt. I said it to hurt you, because I felt bad.'
'Connor.' She held her arms out, closing her eyes tight when he raced into them. 'That part of our lives is over. I promise you it's over.'
'I know. You were pretty brave.'
Unbearably touched, she kissed the top of his head. 'So were you.'
'This time.' He sucked in a deep breath. 'Sheriff MacKade stood up for us. Emma and I want to go with you. We talked about it. We want to see the sheriff.'
'It might be better if I talked to him alone, just now. He's feeling... He's upset.'
'I have to talk to him. Please.' How could she deny her child the same closure she needed for herself? 'All right. We'll go together.'
From his seat on the front porch of the farm, Dev-in saw them come out of the woods. He nearly got up and went inside, but it seemed a small and petty revenge.
They looked like a unit, he realized, and he supposed, however much it hurt him, that was what they needed to be.
His head was still aching, and his hands burned. But that was nothing compared to the pain in his gut as he watched Cassie and the children cross the wide front lawn.
There were bruises on her face, and on the boy's. Fury flashed in his blood like lightning. Then Emma broke away from Cassie's hand and raced to him.
'We came to thank you because you took the bad man away.' She crawled right into his lap, as if she belonged there. 'You have hurts.' Solemnly she touched her puckered lips to the cuts and bruises, to the white bandage on his temple. 'Is that better now?'
He gave in for a moment and pressed his face into her hair. 'Yeah, thanks.' Before Cassie could speak, he shifted Emma onto his knee. 'If they haven't contacted you, I can tell you they've already transferred him to the state prison. With the new charges—the escape, the assaults, grand theft auto, the weapons possession, assault with a deadly weapon and—' he ran his fingers over his ripped knuckles '—and resisting arrest, he's not going to see the light of day again. You and your family have nothing to worry about.'
'Are you all right?' was all Cassie could manage.
'I'm fine. You?'
'Just fine.' Her fingers curled and uncurled over Connor's. 'We wanted to come and thank—'
'I was doing my job.'
'I told her you'd say that,' Connor said, and earned a mild glance from Devin.
'So, I'm predictable.' He looked back at Cassie. 'You handled yourself well, Cass. You want to remember that. I've got work to do.'
As he started to set Emma down, Cassie moved forward. 'Devin, please, don't.'
'He hurt you.' The words burst out of him. 'He hurt all of you, and I didn't stop him.'
'You were shot, for God's sake. You were lying there unconscious and bleeding.'
'The bad man was going to shoot you again,' Emma told him. 'But Mama wouldn't let him. She lay on top of you so he couldn't.'
Every ounce of his hot blood went cold at the thought of it. 'Damn it, Cassie, are you crazy?'
'You needed me.' She let out a shaky breath. 'I couldn't stand back, Devin. I did what I had to do. Now I'm going to ask you to do what you know is right.' She took his badge out of her pocket. 'Don't give this up, Devin. Don't go.'
He stared at the badge in her hand, then into her face again. 'You know what it's like to see something you want, you need, day after day, and know you can't have it? I'm not living like that anymore, not even for you. You won't let me be part of your life. You won't marry me, and I can't go on being your friend and nothing else.'
'I'll marry you.' Emma curled into him. 'I love you.'
His heart simply shattered. He held Emma tight, then set her gently on her feet. 'I can't handle this, Cassie.' He rose blindly. 'Go home and leave me be.'
'Sheriff MacKade.' Connor bolted forward, then skidded to a halt. 'I'm sorry.'
'You've got a right to your feelings,' Devin said steadily. 'And no need to apologize for them.'
'Sir, I got something to say.'
Devin rubbed a hand over his face, dropped his arms. 'All right, get it out, then.'
'I know you're mad at me. Yes, sir, you are,' Connor said keeping his eyes level when Devin started to correct him. 'I was mad, too, because I thought you'd come around just for me, or mostly, and then I found out it was
