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“This isnotthe time or place for this shit,” he jeered through clenched teeth, his blue eyes dark and flashing. “I gave you my word I’d tell them, and I will. It just won’t be today.”
“Then when?” I asked, cocking my head. “I think you’re just avoiding it because you—”
He got right in my face like he was challenging me to a duel, which was not a smart idea because I was liable to black out and snap his fucking neck if he pressed my buttons any further.
“You. Don’t. Know. Shit. Phantom.Abandoning my daughter is one of the most excruciating and unforgivable things I’ve ever done in my life. Whether you choose to believe it or not, I did it tosaveher, Phantom.”
“And look at what good that’s done.”
His forehead pressed against mine as we leveled our glares on each other. He was a dominant one; I’d give him that much.
But so was I, and he fucking knew it, too.
I was not going to back down from him and his bullshit.
“Can you two just fucking stop!?”
Our gazes snapped back to the door, where we found Rhett there, tears rolling down his cheeks and he stared helplessly between us.
“Griffin is in a coma, and Samara is meeting with Damien tonight. Please, stop fighting. Whatever it is, it doesn’t even matter right now. We have work to do.”
“You’re right, Son.” Father stepped away from me and drew in a deep breath, releasing it. “You’re absolutely right.”
“What the fuck was that about?” Rhett asked no sooner than we left the vet clinic, his puffy eyes glued to the road. “What were you two fighting about this time?”
From how his jaw was irately set and how hard he was gripping the steering wheel, a part of me wondered if already knew. That maybe Rhett was listening outside the door and had heard everything.
Then again, this was Rhett we were talking about. I knew my brother. If he'd truly heard what was said, his opening sentence would’ve been entirely different.
“It’s nothing,” I replied, rubbing the skin between my eyebrows to help cure the ache settling there. “My best friend just fucking died, Rhett, and I wasn’t able to give her a proper funeral. Griffin’s basically on life support, and I’m scared half to death about this meeting. I’m on edge.”
“Cindy’s death isn’t Father’s fault, Phantom. It’s Damien’s.”
“That’s debatable,” I murmured through bared teeth.
Rhett sighed. “You’re not the only one hurting here, okay? So stop acting like you are.”
“That’s not the only thing bothering me,” I admitted. “Kaden messaged me with some bad news.”
“What do you mean?”
Now it was my turn to sigh. I explained the situation, growing angrier the more I talked about it.
“That’s not your fault though," he started.
“It doesn’t make me feel any better, okay? He’d asked for help with this before and now… I feel like there was more I could’ve done. The woman he loves is gone now, Rhett. I can’t help but feel partially responsible.”
“You’re scared the same thing is gonna happen to Samara.”
I tightly nodded. “Yes.”
“We won’t let that happen, Phantom. You know that.”
“Idon’tknow, Rhett. None of us do. She wouldn’t have to go in alone if it weren’t for me.”
“I believe in her, don’t you?”
I chewed on my snakebites, hesitating. “It’s not that I don’t believe in her. It’s Damien I don’t trust. I’d just feel better if one of us was in there with her when shit went down.”
