Vincent refused to say anything, feeling the need to punch someone to death.
But then he stopped. Turned around. And shook his head. “You know what? I understand if you can’t trust Claire. I really do. But what I don’t understand is why it’s so hard for you to trust me. Five years ago, when Noemie refused to see your face ever again, I was the one who trusted you. I took your side. Not just because I thought you were innocent, but also because you are my brother. Brothers do that for each other, don’t they? They trust each other when no one else does.
Forget about that. You didn’t trust me one bit when I told you about Linda…”
“Don’t bring Linda into this…” Ajax warned, tightening his jaw, his dark eyes turning darker.
“So what?” Vincent asserted, his chest steaming with swelling annoy
