“Same goes for you, but somehow, you sleep through the night.” As his eyes narrowed, I reached for the cord on the bell. “I think I’ll be just fine, thanks.”
Then I shifted my gaze to the only person I wanted to destroy just as much as him. Ice-blue eyes. Jet black hair. And blood-red lips.
Victoria Valencourt.
Staring straight at her, I rang the goddamn bell.
Kingston
When Quinn had spoken his name, my body had wrenched in two. Torn between the need to help her, even though I couldn’t, and the need to go to him.
But I didn’t mistake the fear in her voice.
I went to him.
His father crouched over him, spitting venom into his ear. Spewing hatred I’d heard before, and I’d hoped to never hear again.
Do you have any idea what you’ve done?
You’ve become a problem for the wrong man.
I won’t see you disgrace our family again.
Haven’t you done enough? Wasn’t her death enough?
Line by line, he hurled his resentment at Landon.
Not hurt over losing his wife, but disdain. It stemmed from the stain her actions had left on the family name. Vitriol spewed over a reputation, at the cost of a relationship.
Landon had no love lost for his father. We had always been similar in that way.
It hadn’t shaped him the way it defined me.
Still, I hated it.
“You’re leaving with me, Landon. Do not make this difficult.”
His father demanded Landon’s compliance, and I didn’t have to ask why. Mine wanted him gone. Believed it best if he left Camelot Court for good.
He’d felt that way over a decade ago, too.
And just like he had back then, Landon fought his father.
He would not yield.
Neither would I.
But then his father pointed at the tree.
My footsteps faltered.
Landon’s face crumpled, his eyes screwing tight with pain and hands gripping his temples as a memory returned without warning.
I rushed over to them. “What are you doing? Unhand my right hand. Now.”
His father answered first to mine, but without his presence, he had to heed my order. He released Landon’s arm, and I crouched beside him.
“Landon? Are you alright?”
