Chapter 93: Untitled
(Hunter's POV)
I sighed, a hint of regret coloring my tone. "Damon isn't that cold-blooded yet. If he were truly that heartless, the Thorne family would be extinct by now."
I swirled the ice in my glass, watching the condensation drip onto the tablecloth.
"Mason's suicide had little to do with Damon directly," I explained. "Damon would never grant him the mercy of a quick suicide-that was too easy a way out. But Mason was transparent; even a blind man could see his intentions."
"How so?" Scarlet asked, tilting her head.
"In Mexico, his desire to murder Damon was written all over his face. And this time, organizing the paintball shooting in Riverside with such enthusiasm? He was desperate. But was he a threat? Hardly. He learned how to hold a gun from Damon.
