“What are you doing?” he asked, voice cold.
“I’m going on a vacation,” I said simply, not bothering to look at him.
“Vacation?” He let out a humorless laugh. “After what you did to Amber? You think I’d let you go anywhere?”
I turned to him, frowning. “What are you talking about? I just got back from the hospital.”
He slapped me, sudden and hard. The shock made me stumble backward, my hand gripping the edge of the bed.
“She was kidnapped!” he shouted. “Amber—and Lorenzo! They’re gone! And the men who did it said it was your brother Reid!”
For a moment, the world tilted. I froze, processing his words. Then, slowly, a strange laugh escaped me—soft at first, then louder, until it filled the room.
“Well,” I said, wiping a tear from my cheek, “are they alive?”
Nathan’s face twisted in disbelief. “What the hell is wrong with you? So, you dare hurt her?” he shouted, pacing furiously. “Even asking your bastard brother just to get revenge because you’re mad? You’re the one who fall down—”
I looked at him calmly, my voice steady now. “So what? Who cares about them?”
He grabbed my arm, furious. “You’ll pay for this!”