RONALD
My stomach dropped. I muttered a curse under my breath. Someone was going to die tonight, Quinn. I’d told him to f*****g watch her but here she was.
She was walking… no, storming, through the crowd like a hurricane. Reporters were already scrambling to capture the moment, lenses clicking in rapid succession. And before I could intercept her, she was right in front of Catherine.
Then her hand arced through the air and cracked against Catherine’s cheek.
The sound was sharp, violent enough that it silenced the room. Catherine’s head jerked to the side from the force of it. A perfect, angry red mark bloomed on her pale skin.
For a second, I didn’t move. Not because I was frozen, because I was trying not to explode.
The crowd gasped, then the whispers spread like wildfire. Phones w
