Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the sluttiest of them all?

SARAH

Ronan holds Aaron’s hands in his for an uncomfortable amount of seconds. I watch his gaze drop to my husband’s other hand, and a wicked grin flashed in his eyes. It makes me fake a cough to clear my throat, anxious. It’s almost like he’s contemplating cutting my husband’s arm off and deriving so much joy from the imagination.

“Uhmm, I’m sorry. But I think we need to go inside right now. The event’s about to start.” I reach for Aaron’s arm and take it from Ronan’s.

He gives me a curt nod.

“I’ll see you around, Sarah.”

Something about the way he says my name makes my stomach twist into a tight knot.

Aaron and I walk hand in hand into the hall, but I can’t stop thinking about Ronan. It’s worse when his name is on the tongue of every person in the hall. The HawkThornes, although very powerful, are known to separate themselves from events of the elite.

Everyone is wondering why he is here, while trying to speak to him. It’s a good thing, it takes his eyes off me every now and t