"Snooker? Seriously?" Alex scoffed, tightening his grip on Philip's arm. "This is a fancy party, not some dingy pool hall. If you're here for games, you're in the wrong place. Now let go."

Philip’s face flushed, clearly feeling the pain, but he still didn’t loosen his grip on me.

Before I could say anything, a voice I’d recognize anywhere cut through the tension.

“What’s going on here?”

Ashton’s voice was low, cold, and dangerous. He strode over, his ...