The moment he heard that, Wyatt froze. Then he threw his head back and laughed.
He laughed so hard he had to point at me, bent over, barely able to catch his breath.
He only stopped when his phone started ringing again.
He drew in a sharp breath and answered it.
A few seconds later, the color drained from his face.
He looked at me, shock and fury blazing in his eyes.
Before he could say a word, I lifted a hand and interrupted him.
I looked at the face I had once loved with everything I had.
Now all I felt was disgust.
I smiled.
Then I said, each word slow and deliberate, "You wanted a war between our families, didn't you? Fine. Now you've got one."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd around us.
"Isn't that the Gomez heir who got his own aunt pregnant? Jesus Christ, that's disgust
