Just as Ethan and Victor were about to pummel Michael Turner, a deep, hoarse voice cut through the tension.
"Vivian..."
Everyone turned sharply toward the couch where Alexander sat. His eyes had returned to normal, and he was struggling to stand upright.
“Mr. Brooks!” Ethan and Victor stepped up immediately.
But Alexander shoved their hands away, his voice rough and aggressive. “Back off.”
With sheer force of will, he forced himself to his feet and staggered toward Vivian.
He was well aware of what had just happened—he’d lost control. And worse, he’d hurt her.
Didn’t matter.
He’d make it up to her, tenfold if he had to.
Before he could get close enough to do anything stupid, Vivian’s voice cut in, cold as ice. “Don’t forget what you promised me.”
Alexander’s
