“You better not let me burn here, you fucking idiots. My family will take every single penny this hospital has ever made if anything happens to me.”

Harrison’s ridiculous threats stop the moment he sees me. His lips curl, and he glares.

“You think this is funny, big brother? You think you finally won? Go fuck yourself. You haven’t won shit.”

It’s entirely possible that my brother has lost his goddamned mind, but I don’t have time to worry about that. Hundreds of lives are at risk right now—thousands, if you count the town—and Harrison has proven he has zero respect for the sanctity of human life.

“Shut up, Harrison. You’re a disgrace, and you don’t deserve the Riscoff name. They’ll move you when they move you.”

He yanks at the cuff. “You’re going to leave me here, aren’t you? You want me gone. You’ve always wanted me gone.”

I take another step toward him and meet his gaze—one that looks like my mother’s, but nothing like mine or McKinley’s, but it never occurred to me to question it. Yet another thing that doesn’t matter right now.

“It would be poetic justice if you died in the fire of your own making. You did this. No one else.”

“But—”

“No. You don’t get to speak until I tell you that you can speak.”

Harrison’s nostrils flare with rage, and I step toward him again, my fists clenched at my sides.

“I don’t think you understand how much damage and destruction you’ve caused. When this is all over, every single penny of your trust fund and every dime in your bank account is going to go toward replacing what you’ve destroyed. You did this. You’re responsible. No one else. You can try to blame everyone else like you have for everything in your goddamned life, but there’s no arguing this. It’s on you.”

“You think you’re so fucking perfect? You’re—”

I turn and walk away from my brother’s venom-charged words, not giving a single fuck what he has to say right now. He can scream down the halls for all I care.

As I walk away, I see a nurse. “Make sure Harrison Riscoff doesn’t receive any special treatment in the evacuation process. In fact, make sure you get every single patient out of here before you even think about moving him. You understand me?”

“Fuck you, Lincoln!” Harrison yells from the room, as he no doubt overhears my order. “You can’t let me burn!”

The nurse’s eyes go wide. “Excuse me, sir?”

“Ignore him. You heard me. Harrison Riscoff goes last. Everyone else goes first. He set this fire, and I won’t let him try to use my family’s name to escape the consequences of it.”

Shocked, she nods at the order.

I leave the ER, the sound of Magnus Gable’s voice in my ears as he helps Commodore down the hall.

“Come on, cripple. Let’s get you the hell out of here.”

I can’t help but smile as I dash up the stairs.