“I’m going, I’m going.” I waved a dismissive hand in his face, still laser-focused on that detail. “I just want to say one last thing, because I know he’s listening. You got what you wanted, Oliver. You are officially dead to me. I am never going to forgive you. I am never going to accept your apology, should you issue one. You ruined everything. Congratulations. You became as bad as Seb.”