Penelope POV
“So that bastard really showed up at Heliport with that woman?”
Leif slammed his fork down onto the porcelain plate. The silver prongs scraped against the white surface with a sharp, ear-splitting screech.
I did not flinch. I kept my eyes fixed on the medium-rare steak sitting between us. “He did. They walked in together. Side by side.”
Leif paused. His grip on the steak knife tightened until his knuckles turned a stark, bloodless white. A heavy, suffocating wave of killing intent flooded the dining room. The air instantly turned freezing cold.
“Yeah,” I said. My voice did not shake, but my fingers curled tighter around the stem of my wine glass. “It is exactly what you think.”
“That Hazel,” Leif spat, his lips curling into a vicious sneer. “She is the absolute worst of
