KERMIT'S POV
Ever since I discovered Bradley had returned, this was the first time I found myself desperately hoping our paths would cross.
I pulled up to the temple and practically threw myself out of the vehicle. Something deep inside me insisted this was where I needed to be. If he wasn't here, I had no backup plan.
I pushed through the entrance of the crumbling old temple, and relief flooded through me when I spotted him by the window, cigarette dangling from his fingers.
His expression brightened the moment he noticed me, lips curving into that familiar grin.
"You actually showed up." He flicked the cigarette away. "I've been sitting here for days wondering if you'd find me. Two whole days of waiting."
I planted myself in the center of the room, never breaking eye contact with him.
My mind was spinning with dark possibilities. A dozen different ways I could make him pay for whatever he'd done.
"Tell me what you did." Despite the chaos in my head, my voice stayed level.
