I turn back without a word, my hands curling into fists as I contain my anger at my father’s betrayal. After everything, I still believed he wouldn’t stoop so low and give shelter to the one man who insults his only living child with every breath. And yet, he did. But then my eyes meet Ric, and he’s watching me. I notice the subtle shake of his head as his jaw tightens.
Drawing in a shuddering breath, I swallow hard. No. I can’t leave like this, can I? I can’t look weak.
By the time I fix my gaze back on the party, they’ve all noticed our presence, their voices turned silent. “Well,” I manage, my voice colder than I intended, “isn’t this cozy?”
Mike’s shoulders tense as he unwraps himself from his mistress’ arms and stands up rigidly. My father jerks his neck, still sitting, his face a
