He strode toward me with a dark look on his face, his presence heavy and pressing. "Scarlett, is this how you were brought up?"
Before I could move, his hand closed around my wrist. The grip was hard, almost punishing. I raised my head and met his cold eyes. For a second, neither of us spoke. Then a faint, humorless smile tugged at my lips.
"You're talking to me about upbringing?" I said. "Ashton Fuller, what exactly is your version of it? Taking care of another woman right in front of your mate and ignoring her feelings? Is that it?"
I didn't wait for his reaction. The words kept coming, sharp and bitter. "And Rebecca? She's what you call well-brought-up? She openly goes after someone who's already claimed and doesn't feel ashamed at all. So tell me, Ashton, what kind of values made you think that's acceptable?"
