Roman POV ...
I closed the door to the study after Hannah's brothers left, and I turned to her with a raised brow. "What the hell was that?" I asked her.
Hannah had her arms crossed. I couldn't read her expression, but her green eyes looked back at me. "I didn't tell them anything about the auction," she said. "I only told them that our father was broke and forced me to marry you for money."
"It didn't go well," I said, "obviously." Hannah moved to the sofa and sat down. I joined her, keeping an arm's length between us. "They're brainwashed," she said, "and I told them that, but they got offended."
"That's a hard thing for some people to realize," I said to her. I took the drink from the table in front of me and smelled it: whiskey.
I took a drink from the glass, needing the burn, and I placed it back on the table.
"That was mine," Hannah pointed out, taking the glass and draining it.
