**KIAN**
The party's ambient noise fades into a dull hum as I watch Liam and our mother continue their heated exchange. From my vantage point at the bar, I can read the distress etched across my brother's face. He's frantic, running his hands through his hair repeatedly—a nervous habit he's had since childhood.
"She's not answering any of my texts," Liam says, waving his phone in frustration. "This isn't like her, Mom."
Isabella sighs, adjusting the diamond bracelet on her wrist. "Darling, you're overreacting. The girl probably needed some space."
"Space? After what just happened?" Liam shakes his head vigorously. "You don't understand. I kissed her, and then—"
My grip tightens around my whiskey glass. So he did kiss her. The confirmation sends a surge of cold fury through my veins.
"And then what?" Isabella prompts, her perfectly manicured eyebrow arching with interest.
"She ran off," Liam admits, his voice cracking. "Selena showed up right after and Aurora saw us together."