EMMALINE
I don’t say a word the entire ride home. My hands are folded in my lap, my nails digging crescents into my palms, but I don’t move, don’t even look out the window. Nico doesn’t press me either. For once, he’s quiet too, his jaw tense as he grips the steering wheel. The silence stretches, heavy and sharp, filling up every corner of the car.
Nothing Bianca said was really news. Not deep down. I already knew Alexander wasn’t some storybook prince. Dangerous? Of course. Ruthless? Without question. But it’s the way she spoke about him, like she owned pieces of him I’ve never even seen, that won’t stop echoing in my head. The way her voice curved around his name, as though she had been there for the parts of him no one else was allowed to touch.
And now I can’t help but wonder—was sh
