Preston was sitting absentmindedly in his chair as he recalled his conversation with Noah. For the first time in his life, he felt relieved. He didn't have to keep anything a secret, anything but...
Preston's eyes flashed with hatred when he thought of the incident that made him turn against Jared. Jared was the man he despised the most. If only he had the ability to kill him, if only he was courageous enough to face him, if only... he thought as he recalled Ivy's injured face.
Preston felt miserable. Even though he had no hand in her incident, he felt equally responsible. He couldn't stop the guilt from consuming him, especially when he realized he could have prevented the mishap from happening.
Preston kicked his leg in frustration, gaining Ryder's attention instantly.
"Are you alright?" Ryder questioned, and Preston shook his head in reply.
"I feel horrible. I just..."
