Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Yates kept berating Vince, oblivious to the fact that someday, the tables would turn.

Vince drained his glass in one gulp.

He couldn't ignore the way Yates spat out his name he felt it, sharp as a slap.

When he heard the crash, his heart lurched in panic.

Two years ago, he'd orchestrated that mess on purpose. Yet Timothy hadn't really blamed him. He'd even shelved the project entirely. Vince had known full well that if he stayed out of it, Timothy would soon revolutionize the entire future of

renewable energy.

It was thanks to his own efforts or rather, the bond between them-that he'd managed to stall things, buying the industry two precious years to catch its breath.

Of course, the real reason was that Timothy hadn't been out for blood.

Vince understood all of this better than anyone.

"So what now? Feeling guilty? Regretting it? What good does that do? Once you set your heart loose, can you really take it back?"

Timothy. After hearing Vince's account, he figured Timothy would probably wake up in less than forty-eight hours.

situation that dangerous, Timothy would have managed to dodge

it.

where he stabbed Timothy-but then, Timothy hadn't held it

honestly, Vince didn't regret

the time,

of

just aren't

friend's wife! Get a grip, will you? Stay out of it from now on When Timothy wakes up this time, don't count on him forgiving you. Honestly, what a mess. And don't pretend you didn't hear Kane that night-he said his wife was mute, and you smashed your

I don't regret sending

Jessica looked at him-like a shattered porcelain doll-he wanted to help her, no matter what it cost. Even if it meant turning Timothy against him, even if it tore him up to see Timothy like this, he was determined to get her out, to

you sent her. I'll go get her and bring her back

convinced that was the only way to fix

you. It took everything to

but no amount of whiskey brought