Lily's POV
I couldn't help but glance up at him. His eyes were clear, but they weren't the warm sea-blue of Julian's. They were like ice.
His hand closed around mine, and his hot breath brushed my ear as he spoke, sending a chill down my spine. That was Brad—he had this way of making you feel danger, even when he was being kind.
I pulled back slightly, suddenly reminded of something that had sparked my curiosity. "Why does Miranda hate you so much?"
"You mean that?" Brad's lips curled into a smile, but he quickly masked it with his usual serious expression as if realizing he shouldn't look too pleased. "Did you know Miranda was once shot and injured?"
"I heard about it. She was hurt so badly that she couldn't dance anymore."
"Yes, and the doctors at the time advised her to rest immed
