Chapter 59

Christina's POV I stared at Niall, watching him blink like someone had just slapped him with reality. Which I had. He looked genuinely stunned, maybe even a little concussed from my counterattack. Then his eyes narrowed, and I caught that familiar flash of anger he never could control. "Why the hell should I apologize?" he snarled. "She poured the damn drink on purpose, she hit Beatrice, you hit me. Now you want us to say sorry?" He looked around the gathering, searching desperately for backup. But there was none to be found. Every guest was shouting for him to apologize, all of them pissed off on my behalf. Several pulled out their phones to record. Classic Highrise behavior. Justice via Instagram Live had become our modern way of handling drama. Niall glared at me, his entire body shaking with rage. If we'd been alone, I had no doubt he would have hit back. But we weren't alone, and even Niall wasn't stupid enough to hit a girl on camera. So he used his words as weapons instead. "Chr