Chapter 21: "You came."

Ryan’s pov.

One of the Rawthorne meatheads slams the door open as he stalks into my father’s office.

“She’s dying in there.”

My office.

It’s now my office.

I raise my head from the stack of documents I am examining and I take a deep breath before I face him.

He’s the older brother. The more advanced problem.

He’s standing there, in my office, fuming because I ignore him the same way I have ignored him for the past two days now, and unlike his brother, he gets angry quickly.

Having them in my home is bad enough, but having them come pester me every four hours is a headache.

“My mate is dying, Ryan Earl!”

I nod at that though my heart tells me it’s selfish of me, and to be even more selfish I give a response, “Let her.”

I don’t think I ever imagined the day would come when I would say Layla should be given the free rein to die, but it seems that’s what she wants most right now.

We can hold a lavish funeral for her, with all the fittings.

~You’re being bitter, Ryan. It’s been two days