Max’s POV

I grabbed Charles by the shirt, my fist drawn back, ready to release all the anger I’d held back over the past few months. I’d had enough of his games, his smug glances, his little provocations that made me question everything with Abigail. Tonight, seeing him slip away only to find him outside a private room with someone inside—it was the final straw.

But just as I was about to swing, a voice called out from inside, muffled but ...