On The Edge

***Victor***

Corbin. The name alone snapped whatever fragile restraint I had left.

I pushed off the bed so fast the room tilted for a second. Pain shot across my chest, sharp and aching, but it barely registered. All I could see was my brother’s face in my mind. All I could hear was Hazel’s slip.

He bought her a dress. For her. For my woman. How dare he? That creep. I know what his plan is.

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