Liam ignored him and stood to face me with a scowl.
Julian took a quiet sip of his drink and sat back, watching all three of us with rapt attention, although there was concern in his eyes when they fell on me.
“You should just get over it,” Liam said, almost spitting the words. His fist shook as he gripped his beer tight. “Morris is marrying Natalie, not you.”
A sharp stab spiked through me. I reeled back.
“What the fuck are you going on about?” Gael asked Liam.
“You can’t tell me you don’t know?” Liam scoffed and gestured to me with the hand holding his beer. “Your sister is still in love with Morris even though he’s engaged to another woman.”
Gael’s squinted at him, then looked down at his drink, as if wondering whether he’d already had too many to hear correctly. He looked back up at Liam.
“My sister isn’t in love with Morris,” he said with a sort of snorted laugh.
“Could have fooled me,” Liam snarked.
“Cerise isn’t upset because Morris is marrying Natalie,” Julian finally spoke up. His dark eyes were soft as they met mine, but once he flicked them to Liam, they narrowed. “She’s upset because her fiancé was murdered five years ago today.”
