Chapter 12

"Alright, tell her to leave then."

Dashiell carelessly pinched Vivienne's cheek, speaking with disinterest.

"Who needs to leave?"

As those words fell, the door was pushed open.

Jaxon walked in.

His words were soft, yet they landed like a piece of metal hitting the ground, carrying an uncomfortable sense of pressure.

Everyone held their breath, looking in the same direction.

Behind Jaxon, someone followed.

I was that girl following behind him.

Dashiell remained seated, not moving even half an inch, but the wine glass he had been twirling in his hand suddenly shattered.

Vivienne screamed:

"Blood, Dashiell, your hand is bleeding..."

"Get lost."

"Dashiell?"

"I said get lost, are you deaf?"

Dashiell abruptly stood up, slamming the pieces in his hand hard on the ground.

Vivienne was stunned for a moment, then ran out sobbing loudly.