I did not consider myself a man who got angry easily. Unlike others – Hans came to mind – who raged at every little inconvenience, I considered myself fairly level-headed. Flying off the handle was not something I was known for. Still, Nicholas’s incredulity stoked fury in me, and I stalked toward him, infuriated by what he had just revealed.
“You’re a selfish son of a b***h, aren’t you?” I spat, looming over him where he sat. “So much for working together! You don’t give a s**t about any of us – you only care about your precious sister! You couldn’t have cared less if the Komodo dragon mauled me to death. You left me, Elsa, Yvonne, Euphie, and Rosie to die! Is that what you call teamwork?”
“This is all a misunderstanding, Forrest,” Nicholas began, getting up. “I didn’t leave you all to
