"The woman you can't forget. I called her for you. It's your last night. Make it count."
The mocking expression on his face, the one braced for me to lose my mind or beg, froze solid.
No one around us dared breathe.
Victor shot to his feet, ready to demand what kind of stunt I was pulling now.
The next second, the door swung open and Alice Frost rushed in, tears streaming down her face, faint streaks of blood on her arm.
"Don't flatter yourself. I'm not here because I can't get over you. I came to make one thing clear: you're getting married, so stop dragging me into your life. I'm done being a pawn in your rich-people games!"
His expression softened instantly.
His gaze fell to her injured arm, full of anguish.
"What happened to you?!"
She yanked her arm back, fuming.
"None of your business!"
"If I don't look after you, who the hell will? I told you, I'll take care of you for the rest of my life. We're going to the hospital. Now."
He scooped her up and strode toward the door.
When he passed me, his steps faltered for a single beat.
"Don't think playing hard to get and acting generous is going to earn you one shred of guilt or affection from me."