Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Seven
Daniel let out a sharp, bitter laugh.
"Save me?" he repeated. "Tell me, Cole… how exactly did anything you did save me?"
Something in Cole snapped.
"If only you had waited," he shot back, his voice shaking with restrained anger. "You made my sacrifice worthless. I… Daniel, you have no idea what I…"
"Spare me all that," Daniel cut in coldly. "Spare me the heroic speech, twin brother. You made no sacrifice. If I had waited for you, I would've died in that filthy hole. While you were eating fine food, wearing expensive clothes, and living in luxury. I was wondering if you were even alive. Imagine if Marco hadn't found me."
"You think I was happy when he recruited me?" Cole demanded.
Daniel scoffed. "Look at you. Lying straight to my face."
"You don't know what you're talking about," Cole snapped. "What do you think a twelve-year-old boy thinks after watching…"
