Mayari's POV.
The next morning, we all performed an elaborate, silent dance of denial. We acted as if the previous night’s drunken, volatile confrontation in the private club hadn't happened. No one mentioned the exposed ass, the violent jealousy, or Theon’s whispered, explicit threat. But the truth was heavy in the air: Dad now knew, unequivocally, whatever dangerous, sexually charged game Theon and I were playing.
Well, at least he doesn't know about my crush on him, I thought, a desperate lifeline of relief.
The fragile truce was shattered when Dad took an urgent phone call. “The maintenance teams are delayed,” he announced, running a tired hand through his hair. “The plane is coming late tonight instead of this morning. We have another full day to pass here.” He looked at us, his e
