Deirdre hardly had the chance to react. Brute force, seemingly out of nowhere, clamped itself around her wrist, crushing it so hard that she wondered if it was about to grind her bones. Terror then drained the color of her face.

Brendan had found them!

The man glared at her. “Not bad, Deirdre! You’ve really perfected the art of being a wh*re. Last I checked, you were lying on my bed. But now? Suddenly, here you are, eagerly spreading your legs wide and crying to be banged! Well, well. The two of you would have gone to town if I had been just two seconds late—”

Sterling gave Brendan barely enough time to finish his sentence before throwing a furious punch right on Brendan’s nose. “F*ck you, Brighthall! God, the kind of sh*t you say—what the hell is wrong with you? How dare you humiliate Dee like this?!”

The force knocked Brendan’s face aside. A stream of blood trickled out of the corner of his lips, but instead of returning the blow, he simply snickered. “So. Your previous lesson ha