With every sway, liquid sloshed over the rim.
I swallowed and tugged at my sweater, avoiding his gaze. Even though I so desperately wanted to leave, I had no ideahow to. I was trapped here whether I liked it or not.
“Brooks,” Adelina snapped, crossing her arms tight over her chest, “go back to your dorm and sober up.”
“I will …” His voice dropped to a slow growl as he stalked toward Daphne, towering over her like a predator closing in. The move reminded me too much of Enzo. “Whensheleaves.”
Daphne didn’t flinch. I couldn’t tell whether he liked that or hated it. His hand tightened around the glass as he waited for her response.
She gestured toward the bar along the far wall. “Why don’t you go drink yourself deeper into a stupor?” she asked flatly. “Or better yet, aim for alcohol poisoning. Maybe that’ll prevent you from fucking random girls in the Oval Office.”
Whoa.
I jerked back.
Definitely didn’t expect that response from Daphne.
The air between them was thick with hatred.
“Okay, gross,” Adelina muttered in the background. “Certain things are best kept private from sisters.”
Whenever I saw Brooks on TV, he always looked like the perfect presidential son. His smile was polished and practiced. His words, tone, every gesture was flawless.
In public, he was a charming golden boy.
In private, he was the opposite.
Down here, people seemed to shed their fake skins and show what they really were. It was probably why he didn’t want me down here.
The intense way he stared at Daphne, coupled with Enzo’s pointed remarks about Brooks to her, made it obvious they had history.
Well, duh, Blair.
Her father did try to kill his.
But still, there had to bemore.
As Brooks stared down at Daphne, I saw nothing but hatred in his eyes.
The same with hers.
The feeling was definitely mutual.
One thing I knew for sure was that the president’s son was a fucking asshole. If he ever ran for president—which rumor was that he would someday—I was not checking his name on the ballot.
Daphne made a swatting motion. “Now, go away. I want to have a nice night without assholes interrupting it.”
Anger flared in Brooks’s eyes so hot it genuinely scared the shit out of me. He gave more Enzo vibes from that look alone.
He was a Night Son. I’d put everything on that.
I also knew, deep down, he’d been there alongside Enzo, torturing me in the woods. He’d also played a part in all the shit they did to me in that freezing room.
I shifted on the couch, silently urging Daphne to go on.
To berate him because men who thought they could do anything deserved it.
All of a sudden, I decided I hated the president’s son.
