It was the image on the fourth screen that held Isabel’s attention. It was of the room they were in now. Her breathing became ragged as she watched Ray continue to walk around the table like some twisted game of musical chairs.
“Why am I doing this?” Ray pushed the laptop closer to Isabel so she could watch herself on the screen. “You let a w***e from the reservation raise your grandchild because the Hart's were too good to claim the half-breed bastard they had spawned.”
His lips lifted in a slow smile, “I did you a favor grandma… I killed my own mother so she wouldn’t tell your dirty little secrets. The night our house caught on fire… she was planning on telling Hunter that I was only his half-brother. She was also going to tell him that Tristian had stolen what was really supposed to b
