Derion
Jordan’s words echoed in my mind, and my heart sank to my feet. I pulled my phone out and started to dial Eriana’s number, but two voices mentioning Davi’s name and some colorfully disrespectful language that described her distracted me.
I followed the sound of the two voices into a very pink dressing room. The door was halfway open, and I listened in on the last of their conversation. I leaned on the door frame and recorded their conversation as they lay sprawled across two ottomans, their focus split between their conversation and their phones.
“Ugh, I’m so glad to be rid of that stupid ass b***h. She’s so annoying and the way she follows Alpha Cordell around, it’s pitiful. I know he’s her mate and all, but good grief. I hope she never comes back. s**t, I wish one of those ro
