SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
“Excuse me, Liam?” I raised a brow, my tone sharper than I intended.
He blinked. “Sorry for asking.”
“You should be sorry,” I snapped. “And what exactly gave you the impression I’ve met Bianca Brown?”
He shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Just… the way you were so quick to defend her, I assumed—”
“Well, you assumed wrong.”
I said it flatly, my frown deepening.
I had met Bianca Brown. Just once. But he didn’t need to that...
Okay, so maybe I was pushing a little hard.
Fine—a lot hard.
But can you blame me?
I mean, most of the time when a guy starts saying “my ex had issues”, it’s code for “I drove her crazy then gaslit her for reacting.” And for someone like me who’s seen too much and grown from even more, I wasn’t about t
