Chapter 4

"Whose is it?" Not is it mine. Whose. He threw a stack of photos onto my bed. Me, stepping out of Theo Blackwell's car. Theo's arm around my waist. Theo carrying me into this hospital. "Vivienne's security took these," he said. "Blackwell paid your bill. Blackwell pulled you out. How long, Wren? How long have you been sleeping with my enemy?" I looked at the man I'd loved for five years. He left me in a burning car. And now he was calling me a whore. "It's yours," I said. "Don't lie to me." "It's...