Cleo’s POV
I sat cross-legged on the smooth suede sofa, the glowing screen of my laptop illuminating the darkening room, trying to figure out where to start.
The adrenaline from the afternoon was finally crashing, leaving a pounding headache between my temples. Stalkers were the kind of thing you dealt with in high-profile legal cases, not something that happened to sweet Tiana. The image of that pristine, pitch-black rose with its silver glitter edges was burned into my retinas.
I cracked my knuckles, letting my lawyer brain take the steering wheel. I loaded up Lovebomb and logged into Tia's account. Since Mari and I had forcefully set it up, I knew the password by heart.
I bypassed her inbox and navigated straight to the Not Ben profile. Whoever this creep was, he had done his homewo
