Rose’s POV

He stood in the doorway, a deer in the headlights, moving toward me. In his arms was a vase with flowers, but there was something not quite right about the way he was carrying them, something… forced. The inquiring looks in the guests' eyes only made me squirm. The last thing I needed was James arriving and blowing this even bigger.

Victor didn’t even blink. The pressure on my back intensified and I was pushed in close. Neither was pleased about it.

“Rose,” James ...