Liam’s pov
“Here you go,” Lucian said, handing me a cup of orange juice.
I shot him a sharp glare.
“We’ve been drinking all day. Let’s sober up a little,” he added calmly.
I rolled my eyes but took the cup anyway, downing the juice in one go. The sweetness did nothing to settle the storm inside me. I was about to speak when my gaze locked onto her — Aurora, standing across the room on the arm of her so-called fiancé. He was introducing her to people like she belonged there, like she hadn’t once been mine.
My chest tightened.
“What are you staring at?” Lucian asked, following my line of sight. “Ah. She’s here too.” His tone stayed annoyingly calm. “Interesting.”
“What the f**k is wrong with her?” I hissed, voice low and rough with irritation. “She didn’t have to show up here. Our pac
