JULIAN'S POV
The words just hung there in the quiet kitchen, heavy and ugly. I watched her, this girl who'd been nothing but a thorn in our side, a living, breathing complication. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears, and she looked so f*****g small in her soft clothes, nothing like the fierce, provoking creature from dinner.
"Explain what you meant," I said again, my voice low. This was the opening. She was drunk, vulnerable. Perfect for what I wanted. I needed to know her secrets, needed something to hold over her, to control the chaos she brought into our lives. "Tell me."
She let out a wet, shaky laugh, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "What's to explain, Julian? You were there. You saw it all. You just... you all just watched."
"We didn't know," I said, and it was
