Hailee's POV
Peter raised an eyebrow, almost amused. "Who I am doesn't concern you right now."
"Doesn't concern us?" Nathan growled, stepping forward. "You walk in here unannounced and touch her like she belongs to you, and you expect us not to ask questions?"
Peter's lips curved in a slight smirk. "You seem awfully possessive for someone who claims not to want her."
The silence that followed was explosive.
Nathan's jaw tightened. Callum's gaze flicked toward me again, something like hurt flickering in his eyes before he quickly masked it. Dane crossed his arms, his voice low but controlled. "Hailee," he said quietly, "who is this man to you?"
I opened my mouth to explain, but Peter placed a hand gently on my arm. "It's alright," he said calmly. Then, turning his gaze to the three of them, he added with quiet confidence, "I can answer that."
Nathan scoffed. "Please do."
