Kris stepped into her room, her face blank, but her eyes a storm of quiet fury. She closed the door behind her with a soft click, her mind echoing with the chaos Alec had just stirred in the hall. Her heels tapped lightly against the hardwood floor as she crossed to the corner of the room where Justin’s coat had been discarded carelessly on the bed. She stared at it — the very man who had stood moments ago mocking her son in their home, in front of his wife, and worse — in front of her.
Justin emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp, towel slung around his neck, water glistening along his arms. His expression was oddly calm for a man who had just provoked a war. But the moment his eyes landed on his wife, something in him shifted. He could see the restraint in her posture, the tension in
