Chapter 136

• The cool air smacked him in the face, sending his heartbeat hurling underneath his chest. Rows and rows of white desks came into his view with delicate equipment that was parred with his wits. The smell of chemicals had multiplied ten times, making him sick for more than one reason. A fierce wave of hatred and disgust washed him one more time while he thought of everything his father’s minions must have done to make the drug work. The men and women they must have experimented those drugs on, using them as lab rats for his selfish and sadistic intent.
• “Makes you sick, doesn’t it?” A new voice joined them, but the second it fell into Vincent’s ears, he knew to whom exactly it belonged.
• He spun on his heels to meet his older brother’s familiar, intense, dark eyes.