ZANE

His eyes bloodshot and filled with remorse, Mason laboriously spat out another apology.

But the sight wasn’t enough to soothe my anger—nor the overwhelming disappointment.

As my trusted right-hand man, he knew better than anyone the things I detested most. Yet, he dared to suggest the one thing that topped the list.

Releasing him, I rose from my seat and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Gazing at the sprawling city below, I asked, “Do you still remember Eric?”

I didn't need to look back to see the blood drain from his face. The name and the person had long become an unspoken scar for both of us. One time...