The accusation

Gavriel’s POV

I picked up a dart, turning it between my fingers while my public relations officer ranted my ears off. My home had never felt so bleak and empty. Everywhere was quiet. A little too quiet. I was alone with my thoughts, and it sucked. 

“...Sir?!”

I sighed, tossing the dart against the board on the wall. “What the hell do you want me to do?” 

“Sir, there is a video of James Caldwell’s daughter calling you a murderer in public. The company’s reputation, your reputation is at stake.” 

With a groan, I reached for another dart and hurled it at the board. It hit the center, quivering from the force. I had bigger things to worry about. I had Camille to worry about, dammit. I could still recall the anger in her eyes. My kitten was mad at me. 

And it wasn’t a pretty feeling.&n