DAISY'S POV
I swallowed hard as I stared at him.
He wiped his tears away and stared at me with a new light in his eyes. Then he walked away from me and faced the burning torches in the space.
"If the Houston triplets had not bullied me that day, then my Father would have never had to do what he did and he would have still been alive," he stated firmly.
I saw him ball his hands into fists as that anger floated back in.
He turned back to me this time and hardened his glare. "They did this to me," he muttered. "And I needed to avenge my father's death. The only way to do that was to walk away and learn how to become tougher," he explained.
My breath got caught in my throat as I thought about what he must have gone through all these years.
"I ran off into the world
