Chase's POV
"Your mother doesn't approve of me," Catherine says when I return, amusement threading through her voice like she's already won something.
"My mother doesn't approve of most things." I hand her the drink I've finally gotten around to ordering, watching the ice shift and settle against the crystal. "It's not personal."
"Isn't it?" She arches a brow, swirling her glass, waiting to see if I'll flinch.
I don't answer that directly, because the honest answer is complicated in a way I don't feel like examining under chandelier light. Some truths are better left in the dark, where they can't be picked apart and studied for the damage they're about to cause. I know exactly whose mother I'm about to hurt tonight. I know Sienna is going to hear about this within twenty-four hours, pr
