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?"

his part, wasn't all that worried about Timothy. After hearing Vince's account, he figured Timothy would probably wake up in less than forty-eight hours. The guy was in great shape, drove well, and could think on his feet better than

a situation that dangerous, Timothy would have managed to dodge the

it.

mentioned the part where he stabbed Timothy-but then, Timothy hadn't held it against

Vince didn't

at the time, he hadn't had

are you so quiet all of a sudden?"

things just aren't that easy to

from now on When Timothy wakes up this time, don't count on him forgiving you. Honestly, what

I don't regret

way 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 send her wherever

where you sent her. I'll go get her and

was convinced that was the only way to fix things

telling you. It took everything to get

all night, but no amount of