Signed, Sealed, Sinful
Then, quietly, with a controlled fury that made the back of my neck prickle, he said, "Franklin."
Not a question. He was already calling Franklin in his head.
"I'll set up the call," I said, and hung up.
I turned back to the schedule on my screen, but my eyes weren't reading it anymore. My mind kept circling back to Casandra's last words; low and deliberate and aimed precisely where they would sting most.
*He will break your heart too.*
The terrible thing was not that she said it.
The terrible thing was the small, treacherous part of me that was already afraid she was right.