They weren't just at the line. They were right on top of it. Raylan could feel it, like standing at the very edge of a cliff. That the smallest move could send him tumbling into something from which he'd never return. And yet he couldn't stop his wandering gaze, dipping down toward Tim's throat. Trying to check the bite marks, he wanted to tell himself, but there was no denying that feeling in his gut. He wanted to step off that cliff.

"I need to know before I can tell you," he stressed, his tone continuing to be sharp and direct. If Tim was enthralled to another, it was likely he wouldn't even be here, but Raylan had to be certain. Besides, he couldn't just back down. That would mean stepping back from that edge.