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?"

would probably wake up in less than forty-eight hours. The guy was in great shape, drove well, and could think on

situation that dangerous, Timothy would have managed to

it.

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

honestly, Vince didn't

were at the time, he hadn't

something. Why are you so quiet all of a

aren't that easy

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

I don't regret sending

wanted to help her, no matter what it cost. Even if it meant turning Timothy against

Just tell me where you sent her. I'll go get her and bring

was the only way to

It took everything to

with Vince all night, but no amount of whiskey brought