I blinked, about to turn.“Don’t look now,” he murmured.Then he leaned in and kissed my forehead.It wasn’t long, or dramatic. Just soft. Like it belonged there.My chest fluttered.I smiled. Then grinned.He smirked. “Now look.”I turned, casually, like it was nothing.Sienna was walking away, fast, heels clacking against the stone path. Her shoulders were stiff. Her head didn’t turn once.“She saw?” I asked.“She saw,” Nate said. “Let her think what she wants.”He stood and slipped his hands into his pockets.“But be careful, Evie. You dig too far, and you won’t just make enemies.”I looked up at him, the smile fading slowly from my face.“I don’t want to find out what happened to Liliana,” he said quietly. “By having it happen to you.”That stopped me.I blinked, caught off guard by the weight in his voice. It wasn’t a warning. It felt closer to a plea.“Thanks,” I murmured, unsure what else to say. Then I turned and walked away before he could see the confusion on my face.Later
Sienna removed her contact lenses, blinking at the mirror as her eyes adjusted to the harsh bathroom light. Her heels were already kicked off, the gala dress hanging half-zipped around her waist. She looked tired. Not in the cute, effortless way either—just drained.Her phone vibrated where it sat on the marble counter.Cohen.She picked it up and answered without much enthusiasm. “Yeah?”“You sure it was smart to invite her?”Sienna rolled her eyes, twisting her hair into a loose bun. “I didn’t invite her, Cohen. Riley did. And even if I had, it’s not like she was snooping.”“She’s been asking questions. Someone’s been poking around Liliana’s name.”“And you think it’s her?”There was silence on the other end.Sienna sighed. “Evie’s too busy playing Romeo and Juliet with Ryder. I doubt she has time to actually dig deep.”“You sound pretty confident. Isn't Ryder her Stepbrother?”“Soon to be. I mean Ryder is hot, I doubt if it would stop her. One day I would catch them in the act. Wou
His lips were warm against mine. He tasted faintly like peppermint and something sweeter I couldn’t place. His hand found the curve of my waist, holding me gently, like I might pull away any second. I didn’t. Not right away.The kiss was good. Soft. Controlled. The kind that didn’t rush. It felt like it should’ve meant something.But it didn’t feel like Ryder.Nate kissed me like he was trying not to break anything. Ryder kissed like he didn’t care if we both shattered.I eased back just a little, enough to see his face. His eyes searched mine, waiting for some kind of answer.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded, then shook my head. “I don’t know.”His brow furrowed. “Too much?”“No,” I said quickly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”He looked like he wanted to ask more but stopped himself. He stepped back a little, giving me space.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to breathe past the tangle in my chest.“I just…” I looked down. “It felt different.”“Different how?” he asked, not unkindl
I should be glad that I am popular, that everyone was looking at me as Nate led me through the crowded gala hall and onto the balcony. I didn't want the popularity though. Especially for such term, felt like drama girl. Regardless, the music thumped behind us, the sound dulled as the glass doors clicked shut. Cold night air kissed my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms.But I wasn’t glad.I was tired. Tired of pretending.Nate leaned against the railing, watching me quietly. His suit jacket was half undone, shirt slightly wrinkled like he’d stopped trying halfway through the night. He wasn’t dressed to impress. He never was."You okay?" he asked, eyes narrowing as I leaned next to him.I gave a half shrug. "Define 'okay.'"He didn’t laugh. Just waited.I exhaled through my nose. "I'm avoiding Ryder. You knew that."Nate tilted his head. "Want to tell me why?""I saw something," I murmured. "Something he lied about."He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t push. Just waited.I looked out at t
I stared into his eyes for a half-second too long before I turned away.No smile. No nod. Just... silence.If Ryder was surprised by that, he didn’t show it. But his jaw ticked. Slightly and tightly. Like he was biting down on something sharp.I didn't smile at him and turned on my heels, kept walking without looking back at him. My heart clenched at the feeling of doing that but I didn't care. It's gone. He is a traitor and I don't trust him anymore. I shook my head not wanting to think about the past or him. I didn't want him to ruin my mood. I came here to discover Sienna's goal and use it to my own leverage. I pushed open the glass door and stepped into an exquisite looking ballroom. The ballroom was carved from money—glass walls, black marble floors, spotlights diffused just right to make everyone look more important than they really were. Everything about it was curated for vanity. And tonight? I wasn’t here to blend in.I was here to haunt someone.My crimson dress caught eve
I wore sunshades to cheer practice.They didn’t like that.At all.“Evie,” one of the girls said, tugging her ponytail tighter as she approached, “this isn’t a fashion show.”I didn’t even look her way. Just kept stretching.“It’s the sun,” I muttered. “My eyes are sensitive.”“It’s cloudy.”“I’m sensitive to clouds too.”A few girls snorted behind me. Whispered things they didn’t bother keeping quiet. I didn’t care. I wasn’t here for them. I wasn’t even really here for cheer right now. I just needed to move. To breathe. To focus on anything that wasn’t him.“Where’s Mia?” another girl asked.No one answered.No texts.No calls.Nothing.Vivianne slid into place beside me during warm-ups. Her gaze flicked toward me under her lashes. “You good?”I nodded too fast. “Just busy.”She hummed like she didn’t buy it, but didn’t press either. Thank God.Because if anyone asked one more time, I was either going to cry or scream.And I didn’t feel like deciding.---Later that day, I was in the