Rowena's POV.
"No..." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, as panic clawed at my chest. "I won't go anywhere, Mr. Scott. I didn’t do anything wrong." My hand shot out, pointing at Adrian, whose stance was still stiff and unreadable, standing just beside me.
"If you want to punish anyone, it should be him!" I snapped, my fingers trembling with frustration. My whole body was shaking with the anger I couldn’t hold back. I wasn’t about to be dragged into this. Not when I was standing on the sidelines.
"And they weren’t fighting over me," I added quickly, but Scott didn’t even let me finish.
"Oh?" His tone was condescending, an edge of mockery in his voice. "They weren’t, huh? But you were right there, right in the middle of all this mess."
My mouth parted, words slipping away. My
