Skye’s POV
Ezra stared at the message for a long time like it was a bomb waiting to go off. I watched his jaw tighten as he read it again.
Then he called his head of security and put the phone on speaker. “Marcus, I need you to find Celine Carter today. I don't care what it takes."
I sat on the edge of the couch, hugging my knees, feeling sick. Zoey was my best friend. If she saw that video, there was no coming back from it. Not for us.
"She's going to hate me," I whispered.
Ezra crouched in front of me and took my face in his hands. "I won't let that happen. Trust me."
I wanted to believe him. I really wanted to.
The next night he had a dinner with investors; some stiff hotel ballroom thing I definitely wasn't invited to. Instead I got babysat in the penthouse by two guards who bar
