My blood turned to ice as I stared at Rowan's face. Four years had changed him—his once-confident features were gaunt, his eyes downcast and terrified. But I would recognize him anywhere. The man who had lied. The man who had destroyed everything.
The ceremony hall suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker. Memories flooded back—the humiliation, the heartbreak, the soul-crushing pain of Rhys's second rejection based on Rowan's lies.
Rhys dragged Rowan forward like a ragdoll, his grip on the man's collar unyielding. Rowan stumbled, nearly falling to his knees.
"Look at her," Rhys commanded, his voice a dangerous growl. When Rowan kept his eyes down, Rhys yanked him upright. "I said, look at her."
Reluctantly, Rowan raised his gaze to meet mine. I saw fear there. Raw, unfiltered terror.
"Tell them," Rhys ordered. "Tell everyone what you did."
