Silas set the tablet down on his desk and looked at us like we were students who'd failed an exam.
"Sit."
We sat.
He poured himself a scotch. Didn't offer us any. Just stood there, swirling the liquid in his glass, watching us.
"Julian," he finally said. "Explain to me why you thought putting your hands on Chloe Vance in front of half the student body was a good idea."
"She called Elena a whore."
"And? People say things. You don't give them ammunition by assaulting them on camera." Silas took a slow sip. "Do you have any idea how many calls I've already received? The university dean. Chloe's father. Three different board members. All wondering why my son is making headlines for attacking a woman."
"She was threatening Elena. Exposing us."
"Us?" Silas's eyebrow raised. "There is no
