Chapter 16

"If you have a problem, come at me. But don’t lay a hand on him," Indie said coldly, her eyes locked onto Rowan. The tension in the room thickened. Rowan had already been seething, and her defiance only added fuel to the fire. With a loud crash, he smashed his wine glass against the marble floor, the shards scattering like his crumbling patience. In an instant, he strode toward her, his fingers gripping her chin with a force that sent a sharp jolt of pain through her jaw. His sneer was razor-sharp. "I...