~HUNTER'S POV~
The door to my study slammed shut behind me with more force than I intended. My hands were shaking… actually shaking…as I reached for the crystal decanter on my desk.
The amber liquid sloshed against the glass as I poured myself three fingers of whiskey.
"You're exactly like your mother."
Celine's words echoed in my head like a death sentence. I knocked back the drink in one burning gulp, but it did nothing to wash away the taste of her accusation.
Cold. Calculating. Willing to destroy anyone who gets in my way.
Was that really who I'd become?
I sank into my leather chair and buried my face in my hands. The image of Caesar's tear-streaked face wouldn't leave me alone.
The way he'd looked between Celine and me, confused and scared by the tension crackling in that sm
