Chapter 83: War in the Blood
Theo didn't remember standing…he didn't remember grabbing the phone from the table. His brain only registered the moment it cracked in his fist like glass under pressure.
The pieces fell to the floor, and a tiny cut opened on his palm, a bead of blood bloomed there.
His breath came in violent pulls. The image of Danielle tied to that chair… the bomb blinking on her chest… Ethan smiling…
Theo's pulse hammered so hard he thought his veins would burst.
But behind him, a slow clapping echoed in the room.
"You really are my son."
Theo turned around to see how Zack entered the lounge as if strolling into a celebration instead of a crisis.
"So." Zack moved closer, and placed his hands neatly behind his back. "What is the plan, my boy? Will you kill your brother to save the girl? The world loves a tragic romance."
Theo's jaw flexed. "Do not call Ethan my brother."
