~Alistair's POV~
"Look at this party. Look at those girls over there. Why should you be the only one suffering? You have no idea what he's doing over there. You might as well stop hurting yourself and enjoy the night too."
I stared at him, the noise of the party suddenly sounding like static. His "advice" felt like a slow-acting poison, meant to plant doubt in my heart about the one man who cared for me and loved me more deeply than I could ever put into words.
"It's not your fault," I said, my voice cold and dangerously quiet. Roman blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in my tone. "It's mine. I was the one who told you about things that are absolutely none of your business."
I set the drink down on the railing. "Happy birthday again, Roman. But I'm done here."
