He hadn't noticed Quinn nearby, his voice booming across the room.
By the time he spotted her, the words were already out—no taking them back now.
He wasn't completely thoughtless, immediately clamping his mouth shut. Yet the impulse won as he added, "Congratulations, Miss Bennett—no, I should say Mrs. Grey now. Do keep your husband in check, make sure he doesn't go around hurting—"
Zane's glare that could freeze hell cut him off mid-sentence.
Wes flinched under that icy stare, muttering under his breath as he retreated.
Quinn pretended not to understand Wes's implication, smiling as she linked arms with Zane. "Zane, my classmates are here. Shall we greet them?"
Without responding, Zane strode ahead, leaving her standing there.
As he passed by, she caught sight of a vivid red mark o
