Flair POV
I killed a man. I shot him in cold blood. He was unarmed and that didn't stop me from taking the gun and shooting him right in the head in anger. I could still smell the gunpowder, see the bullet hole in his forehead, see the blood as it spurted from the wound, and see the look of shock in his eyes. As I lay on my bed in my room, finally free of the IVs and constant hovering of the doctors and nurses, there was only Grayson and my family left with me, all of the men looking sidelong at each other as they tried to communicate with me while I relived every moment of what I had done, over and over again in my mind. I was a disgusting excuse of a human being who didn't deserve their pity.
"Flair," Grayson said, his hand clasping mine as he sat beside me, his expression grim and alm
