Charlotte returned to the sitting room, her face pale and her steps unsteady. She looked up to see Vincent standing in the middle of the sitting room, arms crossed, with Romeo and Kingsley flanking him on either side like bodyguard. Their gazes followed her like a spotlight, waiting, questioning.

"What happened to you?" Vincent asked, taking a few steps forward, his eyes narrowing.

Charlotte avoided his gaze, brushing past him as if he hadn’t spoken.

"Hey, I just asked you a question!" he repeated, louder this time.

"Nothing… I’m fine," she muttered, waving him off as she headed for her room.

Vincent’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist before she...