After dinner, everyone moved to the sitting room for drinks. Asher's father was showing off his new art collection. I excused myself to use the bathroom. I needed a moment away from the Julian's eyes following me around the room, and Asher's possessive hand on my waist.
I splashed cold water on my face, and looked at myself in the mirror.
"You can do this." I whispered.
When I opened the bathroom door, Julian was waiting in the hallway. I jumped. My hand flew to my chest.
"God, you scared me."
"Sorry." He didn't look sorry. "Can we talk privately?"
I wanted to say no. But something in his eyes stopped me. His eyes had desperation and rage. The same rage I'd been carrying around for weeks.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Just five minutes. I promise you'll want to hear what I have to say." He gestured towards a door at the end of the hall. "The library. It's quiet."
