XARION'S POV
Vance doesn't back down. He scowls at me, his eyes burning with fury. "This is your fault, Xarion."
"Excuse me?" I growl, my vision sharpening as my wolf surges forward.
"Megan's in that hospital bed because of you," he spits, stepping closer and pointing a finger at me. "The twins are traumatized because of you. This attack happened because of you. I'm sure one of your enemies did this."
His words hit me like a freight train, and for a moment, I can't respond.
Because he's right.
Damn it, he's right.
Whoever did this, they did it to get to me.
But I'll be damned if I let him stand here and speak to me like this.
"You don't know what you're talking about," I snarl, stepping forward.
"Don't I?" Vance counters with a cutting tone. "You think it's a coincidence that rog
