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“Does it? The video I was able to see actually shows Mr. Waterhouse walking off camera and we do not see him again, so unless you have other cameras on the property—”
I’d been in a daze after the incident, scared that I had almost gone too far. I had blacked out briefly, but not after Hunter had left. That much I knew.
“I went for a walk,” I said.
“A walk? Did that walk happen to involve attacking Mr. Wilde as he was under the influence of alcohol and leaving your property?”
“No, I walked in the opposite direction.”
“Is there any way to prove that?” Chuck asked.
I looked at Anthony. I had no idea if there was a way they could prove it but I knew what I had done. I walked down to the lake. It thankfully was a long walk, giving me time to calm down and besides, I needed the fresh air. I needed to be away from people after what had happened.
I didn’t know what I should or shouldn’t say and Anthony was still shaking his head indicating I shouldn’t say anything.
My insides felt like they were boiling, my blood like molten lava running through my veins. I felt myself slipping into that dark place again. Hunter continued to smirk at me, and I regretted not punching that smirk right off his face when I’d had a chance. If I was going to be blamed for it, I might as well have done it.
I grabbed the photos being passed around and scoffed as I tossed them aside. “Is there any way to prove these are real bruises, because to me, it looks like the eyeshadow my sister used to wear during her goth phase.”
“Are you claiming my client faked his injuries?”
Anthony held up a hand. “Gage—”
I couldn’t stop. I ignored Anthony’s warning and continued.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying because I didn’t lay a hand on that asshole outside of showing him the door. Believe me, he deserves to have the shit kicked out of him, but it wasn’t me who did it, I can promise you that.”
“You believe he deserved to have the shit kicked out of him, as you say. Why is that Mr. Waterhouse?”
“Because of what he did to her!” I said, slamming my fists down on the table and standing up. “Or did your client forget to tell you that part?”
Chuck looked over at Hunter, and I knew from that one look that he had no idea about Hunter stalking Snow.
“He was just trying to talk to Ms. Grimm—”
“My name is Snow, and I don’t use my dad’s last name,” Snow said from beside us just as I muttered ‘bullshit’ again.
“It’s all fucking bullshit and you know it,” I said, pointing a finger at Hunter. “In fact, you’re so full of shit, I’m surprised it’s not coming out of your ears—”
“GAGE!” Anthony stood up and glared at me, his face red with anger..
I knew I needed to shut up. I knew mouthing off could hurt our case but I was filled with rage. Hunter was going to get away with what he did to Snow and I hated it. I hated it so fucking much. Suddenly, I felt a hand on mine, and it pulled me back to reality. I stared down at the tiny fingers lacing through my own before looking up at Snow. She was pleading with me with her eyes.
I had to calm down, for her. With her hand on mine, I felt myself begin to relax a little bit. I took a few deep breaths, getting lost in those beautiful blue eyes as the others continued talking. Anthony apologized for my behavior—I wanted to tell him not to—but I knew that there was a lot at stake.
Chuck cleared his throat and said, “Ms.… I mean, Snow, may I ask what your recollection is concerning the first night that Mr. Wilde was removed from the resort?”
I shot a look over at Chuck. “She’s not fuckingclaiminganything. It’s the truth.”
Snow tightened her fingers around mine, giving my hand a squeeze before speaking. She recounted what happened the night we found Hunter in her room, telling the same story we had already heard. I knew that she was putting herself at risk with her job; the reason she hadn’t wanted to report it in the first place. But there she was, doing the right thing and speaking the truth.
If only I knew for certain that Hunter would see consequences from his actions. I knew the way of the world though, and feared he would continue to walk free with that stupid fucking smirk spread across his face. He’d find another victim if he couldn’t have Snow. They always did.
Snow shot a look toward me, as if telling me to calm down. I took a deep breath and tried my best.
Chuck asked, “Why was none of this reported to the police? If this truly happened—”
“If? It did happen,” Reed said, speaking up for the first time. “We have many witnesses to this.”
