Angela’s POV
I took a slow breath.
“You brought me here. What is it you actually want to say?”
Ian leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Nothing,” he said lightly. “I just wanted lunch with you. That’s all.”
I leaned forward slightly. “Fine. Then I’ll get straight to the point.”
“What did you do to Aaron ten years ago?” I asked. “The wound on his left side, that was you, wasn’t it?”
Silence stretched between us until Ian laughed.
Not loud. Just a low sound that made my stomach tighten, like he was enjoying this as a joke.
“Yes,” he said finally, without hesitation.
“I remember his face when the knife went into his stomach.”
He chuckled softly.
“He looked shocked,” he said. “I liked that expression.”
He shrugged. “After that? Who knows. Ma
