"Put the guns away," I murmured.
The security chief slowly lowered his weapon.
"He nearly killed his own children, the fucking moron," Edward snarled. "He almost murdered his wife. He almost killed me. He ruined the future of our House. Now, when people talk of Sherwoods, they'll think of murder, treachery, and conspiracy."
His eyes snapped open.
"Fourteen years. Fourteen years I kept BioCore afloat. I pulled it back from the brink of bankruptcy after our senile asshole of a father drove it into the ground. I kept it afloat when Brian's research stalled, because he needed time for himself, because he was too overwhelmed and under too much pressure. That little fucker, what the hell does he know about pressure? We all shielded him from it since he was a baby. I kept the creditors at bay. I made deals. I put my own future on hold to keep the House afloat. Olivia was only marginally connected to us, and the effect on our business was catastrophic. Olivia's betrayal hurt us, but given time, I would've pulled us back from it. But now it's over. He is the fucking Head of our House. His involvement will get out. Rynda's already a social pariah. With her husband and her mother connected to this mess, nobody will believe she's innocent. There is no way to overcome the taint. It will strangle the future of his children. He's finally killed us. We're done."
I didn't know what to say. That was decades of resentment spilling out.
The room was quiet as a tomb.
"Colin," Edward said.
"Yes, sir?" the chief of security asked.
"Inform my mother that in light of the recent events, I'll be assuming leadership of the House. What's left of it. Explain to her that the golden child has driven us into the ground. Also, advise her to prepare for the BioCore bankruptcy filing."
"Yes, sir."
The security chief stepped out into the hallway.
Edward looked at me.
"I need to find out why," I told him. "Could he have done it for money?"
Edward shook his head. "Rynda is independently wealthy. Last night she offered to bail out the company. She views all of our current problems as her fault."
"Did you take her up on it?"
"No."
True.
"Not only that, but I made sure that our personal wealth was at least partially shielded. If . . . when BioCore goes under, Brian will still have ample funds to live his life in comfort. Not extravagantly, but in comfort."
"Is it possible that he did it to keep BioCore afloat?"
Edward laughed.
"I take it that's a no."
"No."
Brian had very few ambitions. That left only one possible motive. "Did your brother ever express dissatisfaction with his marriage?"
Edward sighed. "He came to me about a year and a half ago and told me he wanted to divorce Rynda. He said his children were defective."
Well. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him I would pretend I never heard what he said. Then I explained that Jessica and Kyle were his children and that as a father, he was supposed to love them unconditionally. He was supposed to protect them and take care of them. That they couldn't be discarded or traded in for a new model like last year's car. If he couldn't bring himself to be proud of them, because they didn't have the kind of magic talent he was hoping for, he still couldn't abandon his responsibilities. I also reminded him what a charmer our father was, and how tragic it would be if Brian turned into our old man."
"What did he say?"
"He asked me what would happen if he did it anyway. He said that the marriage was stressing him out." Disgust dripped from Edward's voice. "I reminded him that Olivia Charles had powerful friends. The effect on BioCore and his social standing would be devastating. I also told him that if that idiocy ever came out of his mouth again, I would retire and leave the running of the company to him, so he could fend for himself. That last one did it."
"Is social standing that important to him?"
"Yes. Our parents made sure we had clearly defined roles. He is a brilliant researcher, and I'm his older brother, destined to be his caretaker. He doesn't like when people talk about him in any way other than his assigned role. He tolerated Jessica because she is, in all likelihood, a Prime empath like her mother. But Kyle conflicted with Brian's view of himself. Brian was a gifted Prime herbamagos, therefore his son would also be a gifted Prime herbamagos."
If Rogan and I ever married and our children weren't Primes, would he resent me? My heart squeezed itself into a tiny painful ball.