IMOGEN'S POV
I felt sick. Elijah had killed his own father? It would not be the most impossible thing to hear. Nothing was with Elijah Rossi. But some part of me still wanted to believe he could not be so rotten. "How can you be sure?"
She turned to face me fully. "Like I said, I saw it happen."
The room spun slightly. I gripped the edge of the counter.
"Tell me," I said.
Josephine took a deep breath. "Deep into the night. At the party. When I followed Isaac's father to go talk. He seemed to be after something else and he was. His son. Elijah. That was who he was after. Despite being in a crippled state, Elijah was still sleeping with that Sutton girl and he was disappointed. Beyond disappointed."
She paused, her eyes distant.
"They started arguing immediately. About his constant cheating, his weakness when it came to responsibility, how he would lose the family business since he was never going to change his ways."
"What happened then?"