The mockery in my voice darkened his face in an instant. He clearly hadn’t expected me to twist his so-called kindness.
“Hedy,” he said coldly, “stop being childish. In the end, it was you who made the first mistake. If you hadn’t sent people to kidnap Debbii, I never would have touched your brother. You wouldn’t have been hurt either.”
The way he pushed all the blame onto me as if it were the most natural thing in the world made me sneer.
“Since you’ve already decided not to believe a word I say, then why bother putting on this false show of pity? Do you even know—”
Before I could finish, before I could tell him about the child, Debbii burst into the room.
She rushed forward, throwing her arms around his waist, her face pale with panic.
“Bryson, where did you go? I was so scared when I woke up and didn’t see you. I had another nightmare. I dreamt that you didn’t come yesterday, that those men—”
Her voice broke, and tears streamed down her face.
At once, Bryson’s eyes filled with heartache. He gathered Debbii gently into his arms, stroking her back as though she were the most fragile thing in the world.
When she finally calmed, his gaze snapped back to me, sharp and furious.