Arlene's POV
The twins rush toward Derek and his security detail like eager puppies. I bite back a laugh watching Derek's stone-cold expression as they swarm around him. Time to escape upstairs and wash off the grime coating my skin from today's battle.
The moment I step into our bedroom, Warner slams the door behind me and pins me against the wooden surface. His eyes burn with a fury I've rarely seen, dark and dangerous.
"How the hell did you even meet him?" The words come out as a growl. I remain perfectly still, meeting his blazing stare without flinching. "Answer me, Arlene."
"How did you meet Everly?" My voice stays level, controlled. We lock eyes for several tense seconds before he pulls away, raking his fingers through his disheveled hair.
"Everly was part of our backstage crew when the band first went on tour. We had a thing." He turns to face me, jaw tight. "But it never meant anything serious."
