She swallows hard but stands up tall, refusing to yield to anything—to her fear, to my intimidation, none of it. I’d admire it if she wasn’t so damn infuriating. “My past is my past and it involves your brother. You’re just gonna have to make your peace with that.”
“To what end?” I ask. “You’re gonna marry him now, huh? Well, don’t bother inviting me to the f*****g wedding.”
She takes another step back. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Didn’t we just have a whole conversation about this? I thought you believed me.”
“I do! I mean—I’m trying to. But even if I believed that Adrian was guilty of everything you say he is, I still don’t want him dead. And neither should you.”
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, running a hand through my hair. “What do you expect me to do, June? Sit down and have a friendly
