“Responsibility? For what exactly? Do you truly believe I run some sort of high-end sanitation department for damaged goods?”
Ace Kane didn’t just speak; he let the words hang in the heavy, alcohol-scented air like a death sentence. He looked down at Xena Harrison, the woman who had once been the untouchable Prom Queen of their university, with clinical detachment. To him, she wasn't a victim; she was a joke that had stopped being funny ten minutes ago. He watched the color drain from her face, her carefully applied makeup now a smear of mascara and shame. He continued to dismantle her pride with a ruthless efficiency that left the remaining alumni shivering in their seats.
Xena Harrison felt a surge of humiliation in her chest. She was both ashamed and furious, yet she found herself utt
