VIONNE
I was still trying to figure out who had sent a message from an unknown number when another text from Nora came in.
“Poor Vion. Why aren’t you responding to me? Oh right – you don’t even have a dress. I’ll be kind and send you one. At least you’ll get to see me… and the man you couldn’t keep. See you in a few days. Bye, Vionne.”
Finally, she was done mocking me – for now.
My teeth clenched. My fist tightened around my phone so hard it almost cracked.
I almost threw it across the room, but I wasn’t going to let Nora get to me.
I took a cold shower to cool my head. I was going crazy. I switched off my phone and tossed it on the bed, still irritated—I barely had time to breathe before another SMS ping.
Just six words that made me freeze.
“TRUST DARIEN CALLAHAN AT YOUR OWN RISK.
