He stood up, hating himself for feeling so much for someone who deceived him all these months, the woman who betrayed him even when he was devoted to her.

He felt shame for caring about the life of someone who had a direct hand in his sister’s death.

He stomped towards Isaac angrily and gripped him by the shirt, lifting the man’s heel off the floor so he could look in his face.

“What is it to you? Are you in love with her?” He barked.

“No sir.” The man said with a stoic ...