“I never did that.” William's voice came out steadier than he felt. His wrist throbbed where Laim had gripped it, and he resisted the urge to cradle it against his chest. But Jacob caught the small, awkward shift of William’s arm from the of his corner eyes. His expression grew colder. Then Liam screamed. The crack of bone cut through the hall like a gunshot. William went absolutely still, his pulse spiking. Had Sir Jacob just broken his hand? He quickly scanned the crowd. No one spoke. No one moved. Most of them had gone pale. Not merely uncomfortable, but genuinely frightened. There wasn't even a murmur. Just silence, wide-eyed and complete. “Next time, do not touch what's mine.” Jacob said flatly, without looking at anyone in particular. He released Liam's hand, grabbed William's, and walked out. Behind them, Liam sank to his knees, cradling his broken hand. William glanced back once. His heart was still hammering. He didn't even remember getting into the car. The ride hom
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