"Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked.
I glanced at Damien, who gulped down the glass of whisky in his hand and sighed.
"What happened in the study?"
He turned to me, jaws clenching. "Nothing you need to know."
I stood up and walked towards him. "I deserve to know. We are partners!"
"Exactly!"
He threw the glass, shattering the broken pieces on the hard floor. I flinched when a shard of glass dug into my palm, drawing blood.
"You didn't have to piss him off right there, in front of everyone!"
I stepped forward, glaring at him. "I will not give up who I am for anyone. Much less, for a fake marriage!"
"You could have lied! Anything but taunt him. Do you have—"
His breath shook and he looked away. "Do you have any idea how dangerous he is?"
"My dad—he is…a bad man, Aria. That is why I wanted to handle it," he said.
"Hey, hey," I called.
"He's dangerous, Aria. I-I…"
