Chapter Twenty-One
Lochlan’s hazy eyes darted around the room before landing on Brea, a mix of anger and drunken desperation on his face.
“What?” She only breathed the word.
“Were you in love with my brother?” he slurred. “I heard you talking to Finn about loving so much it killed you to lose them.” He leaned close, sneering in a very Lochlan-like way. “You didn’t lose him, Lady Brea, you ran.”
“Loch.” Finn appeared behind Brea, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Stop this nonsense.”
“I used to love him too, Brea,” he went on, stumbling back as if he couldn’t control his own steps. “Griff is a master manipulator. He makes you believe you’re part of his family before stabbing you in the back. Don’t waste your breath missing him.”
Anger burned through her, but it didn’t latch onto her ma
