“I trusted him,” Connor says in a low voice. “You can’t trust a fucking alcoholic,” Ryke growls. “I trusted my friend,” Connor retorts. “I see him every day, Ryke. If I knew about the allegations, I would’ve never kept him out of my sight.” “You know what I fucking think?” Ryke asks, fuming. “I think you get off being the superhero to my brother. I think you like the way he looks at you—like you’re invulnerable. While he stands beneath you, weak, looking for guidance and you take advantage of all of that—” “Stop,” Connor says forcefully, and I can see his chest rising.
i understand ryke's frustration, but omg. connor is already feeling so guilty.
