"Mark. What are you doing here at this hour?"
Mark didn't answer right away. He stepped into the doorway, blocking her exit.
"I came to celebrate," he said, holding up a bottle of wine. "My contacts finally scared that woman into confessing, Liv. I told you I'd handle it. I thought we could have a private drink to toast to your reputation being saved."
Lyvana felt a flash of disgust. He was standing there, shamelessly stealing credit for something he didn't do.
"I have something I need to do."
Mark's expression hardened.
"Are you going out?" he asked with a frown. "To see who? It's nearly midnight Lyvana. Does your grandmother know you're running around the city dressed like that after such a big scandal?"
He reached out to grab her arm, his grip a little too tight.
"You should stay home, where it's safe. You're still vulnerable."
"You are hurting me, Mark," Lyvana said firmly. she tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go.
