Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
PRIEST
I watched her leave, my chest hollow and my eyes burning. I wanted to run after her, yet I found myself frozen to my spot.
With the last glimpse of her as she disappeared from my view, her brothers in tow, something cold settled in my stomach.
“Priest, you can’t let her go,” Juliette cried, shivering against her husband. I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at any of them. Not without risking going on a killing spree that started with my own family.
The worst part was that it was all my fucking fault. I should have been honest and told her what I knew. Should have. Could have. Would have.
And now it was too fucking late.
“Short of killing her brothers, he can’t force her to stay,” Emory murmured. It was the closest to I told you so she could get.
I felt empty. Something tightened in my throat and pierced me in the fucking chest.
I rolled my shoulders to push the odd sensation and tension away. I inhaled deeply, and with an unnatural calmness, I turned around and faced my family.
“Let’s go,” I rasped, then gritted my teeth before adding, “We’re done here.”
The trip back to the yacht was a blur. I waited until I was alone, in the cabin where her scent still lingered, to unleash. Before I knew it, items were flying across the room. Hitting the wall and crumbling to pieces at my feet.
I swept all the toiletries off the bathroom counter and reveled in the sound of glass shattering and skidding across the hardwood.
I scrubbed a palm down my face and invited a dangerous calm to settle over me as bitterness bit into my chest.
This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.