登入"Owen... you need to cut yourself some slack," she says gently, reaching up to lightly brush her thumb against my cheekbone. "You don't have to be the invincible counselor right now. You just lost your mom, honey. I know how much she meant to you. I know how much you loved her, and I know how hard y
I watch Sydney walk away from me, her spine perfectly straight, her head held high like a queen marching out of a ruined kingdom. Her words—sharp, icy, and dripping with disgust that makes my skin crawl—still echo in the quiet space of the dining room. "While you're busy playing love and playing h
My heart drops into my shoes, a sickening wave of nausea swirling in my stomach. He sharply pulls away after a beat, his hands coming up to grip her shoulders, his face a mix of shock and discomfort. "Camille, what are you doing here? How did you even get past the gates?" "Oh, Owen, I came the sec
I lean in across the dark wood, my jaw tight, waiting for the genius to drop some mind-blowing corporate strategy. Owen slides his glass entirely out of the way, his eyes tracking mine with a sudden, sharp intensity. "The first thing we need to do," he says, leaning his forearms on the table, "is p
I don't wait to hear another word. A blinding, white-hot rush of pure adrenaline and rage explodes in my chest. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my arm whips forward. I throw my phone across the bedroom with every ounce of strength I have left. It hits the far drywall with a sickening smack,
I sit on the edge of the mattress, the silence of my locked bedroom pressing in from all sides. My scalp still burns from where I was aggressively pulling at the tangles earlier, but I barely care. I slowly run a hand through my hair, letting out a long breath that shudders against my teeth. The r
"Okay," Owen says, his competitive streak finally overriding his boredom. "I’ve got this one. This is logic. Pure, cold logic." "Look at the symbols on the wall," I say, pointing to a series of carvings. "They match the shapes on the desk. We just need to align them." "No, no," he says, waving me
I stand at the threshold of my suite, my hand frozen on the brass handle. The hallway behind me is bright, buzzing with the fading sounds of a film crew packing up for the night, and my security are both standing where they usually are a distance from my door, but inside my apartment? Darkness. M
I force the image of Sydney’s cold, beautiful face out of my mind. I push the memory of her floral scent into a dark corner and focus on the woman standing in front of me. I open my arms, offering a small, sad smile. "Come here." She hesitates for a heartbeat, then collapses into me, burying her f
A crystal vase, the one I bought Georgia on her last birthday in Greece, shatters against the wall just inches from my head. Water and shards of glass spray across the silk duvet, but I don't move. I don't even blink from the shock impact of it being near my head. "You piece of shit! I hate you!







