I looked away from Willow's compassionate gaze. The forgiveness sitting in her eyes shamed me. Mocked me.
I gritted my teeth. I'd left my sister in the hands of a kidnapper, forgotten all about her, and then stood by while the woman who had taken her was killed. What kind of brother was I?
Shitty. A f*****g shitty brother. Someone who didn't deserve the kind and generous heart of Corrie. Of Willow.
Hell. I shouldn't be with anyone. Since she'd met me, Willow had been kidnapped, tortured, run off the road, hospitalized, gone into hiding, and now we were lurking in the parking garage of my building and home so we could go and save my half sister that she'd never met.
Some f*****g boyfriend.
"Excuse me, Daphne. Nik. I'm going to talk to Ryker in private. We'll be right back," Willow
