“I think your ego’s too big to share a room with my father’s, so yes, this is absolutely about—”
“The only outsized ego here is yours, if you think that I give a single f**k about you or what you want,” he snarls.
“This is not about you. This is not about your father. This is about power,” he interrupts, voice sharpening, tightening “Control. A union that yokes together our organizations and ensures neither side gets… ideas.” His grip tightens. “You? You’re just collateral.”
Collateral. I’ve seen what that looks like—and it looks like Jasmine. In my mind’s eye, I see my sister’s face the day she left home. That’s been happening a lot tonight. Being back around these people makes it harder to find even a few minutes at a time where I don’t think about her.
I ran to avoid exactly this,
