“Ridiculous,” Victor growls, pacing his room. He slams a fist against the wall.
He saw his brother accost Evelyn on her way out of the room, saw her slam that plate of food into Rafe’s chest. Victor had been standing with his father, still giving him a piece of his mind, when it happened.
He had stopped mid-sentence, though, and stormed forward, intent on meeting Evelyn at the elevator, eager to make amends.
Before he could get out of the room, though, Amelia had grabbed his hand. “If you leave now,” she had hissed. “I will never forgive you, Victor. Let her go.”
Victor had snapped his head back to the elevators, but the door was already closing behind Evelyn and the boys.
Amelia had wrapped her arms around him then, looking like she was a happy bride holding her groom close the
