Alexander
Sarah’s voice was thick with confusion as she stood beside Henry. “Alexander, Charlie. What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes darting between the two of us.
Henry shot me a glare, his annoyance practically radiating off him.
I didn’t give a damn. That bastard needed to feel my anger.
I turned to the man standing beside them—his priestly robes suddenly irritating me more than they should. “Get out of here, priest,” I said, gesturing sharply toward the door.
Without waiting to see if he obeyed, I turned to the rest of the room. “You can all leave now. Apologies for the inconvenience, and thank you for coming.” My voice was tight, barely polite.
Sarah’s eyes flared with anger. “What the hell, Alexander? What are you doing?”
I met her furious gaze without flinching. “Trust me, Sarah. You don’t want them here for this.”
Her expression hardened, and her voice rose in defiance. “Maybe you’re the one who shouldn’t be here,” she snapped. “You kept everyone waiting, and now you show u
