~ Becca ~
I met Lydia Cross again on accident.
That’s a lie. Nothing about her was accidental.
She entered rooms like she expected them to rearrange themselves.
We were at a launch party Stephen’s firm sponsored. Loud place. Glass everywhere. People pretending they were relaxed while checking reflections in every surface. Jace had dragged me because his mother asked nicely, and because he wanted me there. He always wanted me there. It still caught me off guard.
Stephen hadn’t seen me yet. Or maybe he had and was pretending he hadn’t. Either way, I felt him the way you feel eyes before you feel heat.
Then Lydia appeared beside him.
Tall. Sharpened. Black dress that clung like it was angry about it. Hair smooth, controlled, expensive in a way that screamed effort. Her hand wrapped aro
