He didn't realize he'd stepped forward until the edge of the platform caught the tip of his boot.
For one wild second, he considered it—just jumping down. Making sense of this himself.
But he stopped.
Instead, he stared. At the broken form below. At the blade that never swung. At the idiot who chose death over dominance.
Vincent dragged a breath through his nose and closed his eyes, holding it.
Then let it out slowly.
"I should've been the one to kill him."
