ADAN
Crowded into the same room with my parents, Ines' parents, Liam, and Leo, I couldn't help but wonder how everything had spiraled so disastrously out of control. This was supposed to be an event that boosts our public reputation, something that would strengthen our image, not tear it apart. Yet here we are.
"You hit her?" Liam's voice cut through the tense silence. "Really, Adan? You hit her?"
I gripped my glass of scotch so tightly it was a wonder it didn't shatter. His tone grated on my nerves, the condemnation in it almost laughable. "Spare me your self-righteous act," I growled, glaring at him. If anyone in this room was capable of the same thing, it was Liam. I knew what he was capable of—he wasn't exactly a saint himself. "She asked for it."
