Julian's POV
"Why didn't you do anything?" I asked, my voice cutting through like a blade. I needed to know why the hell we had just stood there like statues while that woman mocked us. "She was right there, Ethan. Standing three feet away from you, gloating about a situation she created. And you just stood there and let Catherine lie for you."
Ethan didn't answer immediately. I heard him shift, his boots scuffing against the rug. When I finally turned, he was looking me hard in the face, his eyes bloodshot and brimming with a cold, jagged sort of fury.
