Damien
I'd blamed myself for Dad's first heart attack based on what Darius had said. My conscious mind knew my brother was wrong, yet I couldn't stop the nagging subconscious feeling that my decision to reappropriate funding away from quarterly dividends was part of the reason Dad was fighting for his life.
Ella's hand came to my chin, turning me toward her. “It's not your fault."
I clenched my jaw with the realization she was right. Dad's health wasn't my fault. That didn't mean I couldn't lay the blame for Dad's latest episode on my brother. As the doors of the elevator opened on the first floor, my gaze met that of the man in my thoughts.
Surprise registered in his orbs while simultaneously, mine heated with rage.
Releasing Ella's hand, I balled my fingers into a fist and swung.
