SLOANE
My phone buzzes during a pack budget meeting and I glance down, it was a text from Vesper. I shouldn't check it now, not with my father across the table reviewing expenditure reports, but my hand moves before my brain catches up.
The target met with a female on campus quad. Intimate conversation, physical affection and they embraced. There's a photo attached and I open it.
Bryce sitting on a bench, autumn sunlight catching in his hair and beside him is a woman. Blonde, pretty, and her hands cupping his face like she has every right to touch him.
Then another shot, her arms around him, his face buried in her shoulder, their bodies pressed together in a way that makes something violent surge up my throat.
My vision goes red at the edges and my hands clenched into a fist.
Who the fuck is that?
"Sloane?" My father's voice cuts through the haze. "Are you listening?"
