THAYER

 

In a furious rage, I paced back and forth and threw out curses known to man. 

 

One of my bodyguards came down from Kennedy’s room. Judging by the look on his face, I already figured out what he was about to say. 

 

“Where’s the woman assisting Kennedy?”

 

“She’s in the room.” He dropped his gaze, colors draining from his face.

 

“What the fuck is she doing there?” My blood boiled, knowing nobody could talk to Kennedy to change her mind or stop her until I arrived. 

 

I forced myself to think straight, but nothing I could think of other than my selfishness and guilt screwing my head.

 

“Miss Arina...