His gaze darkened slightly, dropping to my hands, then back to my face.
“You finally came back to your senses?”
I frowned faintly. “Excuse me?”
Sterling leaned in just a little, his voice low enough that only I could hear.
“You know,” he continued, tone dripping with false patience, “coming here, in front of everyone… to fix your mistake.”
Realization hit me like a slap.
Scarlett went feral. “Oh, I’m going to rip his throat out.”
He actually thought I came here to beg him. To… what? Ask to come back?
I almost laughed.
“I think you’re misunderstanding something,” I said, straightening slightly. But Sterling only smiled wider, cutting me off.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he added, like he was doing me a favor. “It’s not easy admitting when you’re wrong. But showing up here?
