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I tore from the room, going to the bathroom across the hallway.

I killed those people. Their lives were on me.

I landed on my knees in front of the toilet and I spewed.

I couldn’t stop.

It kept coming up.

Self-disgust.

Self-loathing.

Self-hate.

I killed all of those people.

I was the reason James was dead.

This was all about me.

51

MASON

Sam fled the room, shoving open the door.

“Go.”

Beltraine was speaking to me. He nodded in the direction my wife just went before giving a bob toward Sabrina’s direction. “We got her. She’s not going anywhere. Go take care of your woman.”

She was in the bathroom across the hallway, puking.

“Babe.” I sank down next to her, pulling her hair back and ran a hand over her shoulders.

What did I say in this situation? Her sister was a psychopath. If it was true, then people died because of something we did. I knew Sam would carry that, no matter what I said.

I sighed.

I wished Logan was here.

“Those people are dead because of me.” She stopped vomiting. She hiccupped, tears falling from her eyes.

“No,” I growled. Bending forward, I hauled her up and moved her so she was on my lap, sitting sideways. She could completely rest against me. As she did, a shudder went through her body and I smoothed a hand over her hair, down her arm,her back, and I repeated. I’d repeat that forever if it made her feel better.

“People died,” she whispered, burrowing into my chest.

“No. Fuck that. No.”

She tensed. “Mason.”

“No,” I snapped.

She looked up, surprised.

I looked down, met her gaze and I hated that look in her eyes. That her sister, of all fucking people, put that defeated and self-loathing look there. Fuck Sabrina. Fuck Garrett. He let his daughter become open and vulnerable to fucking Park Sebastian.

He was in prison. We helped put him there.

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