Chapter 87: God Of War

“I did not touch her.” Reese spat, instantly releasing me. For unexplainable reasons, I figured out that the ‘her’ he referred to, wasn't me. The breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in for a long time burst from my lungs. If I hadn’t forced myself to stand tall, I would have crumbled into a pathetic heap on the polished floor, trembling in front of all of them. Only one thought kept circling in my head like a song on repeat… What did he mean by again? “The scene we walked into told a different story, Reese.” The young woman beside Roman’s father leaned forward, her voice sharp as an opera singer but still controlled and not shrill “Still lusting after what belongs to your brother?” Her words cut the air, and I saw the muscle in Reese’s jaw twitch violently. He snapped his head toward her, his teeth bared. “Don’t interfere,” he hissed, his voice guttural like an animal. His eyes flashed with a rage that made me instinctively shrink back, the heat of it directed at her but scorching me