Chapter 27

POV Blade

After getting home last night, I went straight to the gym to relive some of my anger so I didn't take it out on our father, Zeke or Stone. Seeing Willa like that in the hospital bed hurt and enraged me to no end and I blamed the three of them. This was all their fault. They had forced us into this situation. We couldn't go against Dad and we had no choice but to allow our dear, sweet sister be harmed.

A part of me also blamed West, Blaise and even Willa herself a bit. If they had just obeyed and behaved, none of this would have happened either. West and Blaise were bad influences on her and I hoped that I could get her away from them soon. She deserved better.

Of course, I wasn't to blame at all. I had no choice and I hated it. I had to obey my father. He was the one with all the power and money. To go against him was unthinkable. I would be shunned and cut off.

As I worked out my anger into the heavy bag, I started to change my thinking. I had to. I couldn't blame my father