KAEL
The moment Aria's hand curled around Sarah's wrist and tugged her toward the restroom, I knew I'd lost my chance to pull her out of this mess.
I watched her disappear through the archway, her voice low, careful, while Sarah's heels clicked along after her.
It left me alone with him.
Andrew.
He was still standing there, all polished ease and quiet malice, the kind of man who could make a smile look like a threat. Just like the man who raised him. He raised a brow at me, swirling the glass of scotch he'd been handed by some oblivious waiter.
"Your woman doesn't seem to approve of me," he said conversationally, like he was commenting on the weather. "She's only met me twice, and yet I could feel her disdain from across the room. Almost like her mind's been… poisoned."
I leaned back in my chair, voice low. "It's not exactly poison if it's the truth."
That earned me a soft laugh. "Ah. So it's your doing then. Typical. Always so desperate to paint me as the villain."
