He wraps his hand around Elsa’s shoulder and gives me one of his fake smiles.
I don’t release her.
He doesn’t release her.
Elsa sighs. “You guys know that I can actually go back on my own, right?”
“Nonsense,” I say.
“No way,” Eli says at the same time. “I’m sure Dad will keep an eye on Creigh just fine as I’ll make sure you’re all comfy, Mum.”
“Aw, baby. What would I do without you?” She smiles at him, and although she still looks exhausted, some of that light returns.
“Live a boring life with Dad, probably. Sounds tedious even thinking about it.”
“I will kill you,” I mouth so his mother doesn’t see.
“Mum.” He puts on his acting cap, which he most definitely learned from that fucker Ronan.
Note to self: make him pay next time I see him and promptly think of a way to escape my wife’s wrath.
“What is it, hon?”
“Dad just threatened to kill me.”
“Aiden!” She furrows her brow and Eli grins in the background like a little devil. When Elsa focuses on him again, he switches back to the hurt expression. “You know how your father likes to threaten for sport. He doesn’t mean it.”
“I’ll take your word for it, Mum. Now, let’s go. I’ll escort you safely to the hotel. No one can protect you better than I can.”
“Like the way you protected your younger brother?”
Elsa pales and Eli freezes. His face gradually loses all humor and his posture stiffens.
“Aiden,” my wife whispers. “How can you say that?”
“Isn’t it the truth?” I don’t break eye contact with my son, the one who resembles me so much that it feels as if I’m staring at a younger version of myself. “You had one mission. To keep an eye on your brother and not let him spiral down any destructive paths and to inform me or your grandfather if anything were to go awry, but you’ve failed that with flying colors.”
“I had it under control.” His voice hardens, all attempts to rile me up gone now that he’s the one under attack.
I point at Creighton through the window. “Does that look under control to you? He’s fucking dying.”
“He is not dead.” Eli’s jaw clenches. “I left for a minute, to fix another situation, and when I came back—”
“All I hear are excuses.” I tower over him. “Admit that the situation got out of your control.”
His lips purse.
“Say it, Eli. Say that I’m right and Creighton should’ve stayed in London, where I could’ve monitored him better.”
“And you think that wouldn’t have cost him his life, Dad?”
“Stop this, please.” Elsa places a palm on each of our chests. “This isn’t the time to throw blame. We’re a family and we’re supposed to stand together at times like these.
“It was under control,” my son repeats.
I step toward him. “If you don’t admit you’re wrong, you’ll never win, punk.”
He glares at me and I stare back, not backing down.