Chapter 53

"Go home first." It took a while before Alexander Barron finally spoke, his voice low and tight like he was forcing it through clenched teeth. William Frost picked up on something being seriously wrong. He hesitated for a second, then decided to speak up. "Alex, calm down. This isn’t the time to lose your cool. James Carter? Not even worth it. Don’t get your hands dirty. Let me take care of it.” "Go home," Alexander repeated coldly. He didn’t even bother to look up, just sat there on the couch, back straight, eyes dark, the tension rolling off him like a storm. The rage boiling inside him was practically spilling into the air. Being played like a fool—by James Carter and Isabella Knight, no less? That was already infuriating. But the real punch in the gut was that he actually believed their lies. He turned on Summer Knight—his girl, the one he’d always protected like she was made of glass. And he’d given her the cold shoulder all this time over nothing. Looking at him now, William had