That pisses her off enough to grit out, “Why. Did. You. Do. It?” I lean back in the chair, resting my ankle on my knee. “I had my reasons.” She raises a perfectly plucked brow. “Care to explain them?” “Nope.” I’m unhinged – that’s the only explanation. “It’s none of your business.” She snarls, leaning forward. “Careful, Kade. I can easily hand over your file and have you locked up for the rest of your life. They’ll stick you in a facility like your father.”
