Echo snorts. “She got me right.”
I ignore him. “What the hell is your issue?” I snap. “You got a problem with everyone here or just the ones who didn’t bow when you walked in?”
She shrugs. “My issue is that my sister clearly has a type, and that type is dangerous assholes who drag her into hell and act like they’re the savior. Sam did it. Now you. Honestly, I’m just waiting to see if she ends up in a f*****g cult next.”
“I don’t give a s**t what you think of me,” I grind out. “She’s not dead because of me. And maybe if her sister had been around before now, she wouldn’t be lying in that hospital bed.”
Charlotte’s smile vanishes.
“Maybe,” I push, “you should be less worried about arguing with me and more focused on protecting her.”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” she mutters.
She wa
