"You'd better keep quiet!" Victor barked, stabbing a finger toward Kaira like it was a weapon. "If you'd watched him, then this would have never happened!"
Kaira stiffened, lips parting in disbelief. Watched him?
Blake was a grown man, not a toddler in need of supervision. He was thirty-five, not five. If he couldn't tell that harassing his ex-wife at a high-profile gala hosted by the Valtieris was a bad idea, then he was dumber than she thought. But she didn't say that aloud. She thinned her lips, biting back the urge to argue. Victor was already boiling, and she didn't want to pour fuel on the fire.
Victor paced in front of them like a storm bottled in human skin. His jaw clenched, and the vein on his temple pulsed with rage.
