EDEN
Hayden flinches the second the question leaves my lips. For a moment he just stares, as if the words physically struck him. Then he clenches his jaw.
"I—" His voice cracks. He drags a hand down his face, his fingers trembling. "I really didn't know at first, Eden. I swear. The photos came through an anonymous burner account. I thought it was some random opportunist who'd been at the club that night."
I let out a bitter laugh. Does he really think I'm stupid?
"Bullshit," I hiss.
His head jerks up. "Eden—"
"You were supposed to make her pay, remember?" I cut in. "And now you're telling me you couldn't even confront the woman who took those photos?"
He flinches as if I just slapped him.
I move closer, and his muscles tense up.
"Are you afraid of her, Hayden?" I ask softly. "Is t
