expected: arrogant when comfortable, frightened when cornered, full of cheap tattoos and cheaper excuses. At first, he smirked. Then Marcus placed photos of Lily’s bruises on the table.
Brandon’s face changed.
Not with guilt.
With confusion.
“I didn’t do that,” he said.
Marcus leaned forward. “You expect us to believe that?”
“I don’t care what you believe,” Brandon snapped. “I haven’t seen Lily in over a week.”
His lawyer touched his arm, warning him to shut up.
But Brandon kept talking.
“I’m serious. Check my ankle monitor.”
Alexander’s eyes narrowed.
