Violet POV
"Harry?" I stutter, my throat tightening. I don't know what to say. It's like I'm caught at a crossroad, forced to pick between the lesser devil.
The room falls silent. Not a single word is said. All attention is on me. All eyes.
Dad, Mason, and Adrian gaze at me inquisitively, silently demanding an answer.
I can't lie. There's no point. I had every intention of telling Adrian about Harry-but never like this.
My gaze grows misty as I glance at Adrian, trying to pass an apologetic message.
He shakes his head, already knowing damn well what I'm trying to do.
"f*****g tell me. Who is Harry? This isn't the first time you're calling his name," Adrian growls, his voice tight with frustration.
His hands curl into fists, and his face twists in fury.
My gaze drops to the floor.
