Alexander Thorne’s POV
Jaw tightening, I stare at our chat.
No response from Sophia. But she’s opened it, definitely watched it, too. And must have felt something—that’s what I want to know.
I count to three in my head before closing her chat to open my circle’s group chat.
Four messages, but only one has my eyes glued to the screen.
Lewis: {@Dimitri, I heard Sophia’s getting married}
That’s the one. It’s not the message; it’s the sender.
Candace: {@Lewis, you missed his wedding. You’ve got some nerve mentioning someone else getting married!}
Lewis: {Was around for the second one. He can’t be that mad.}
Barbara: {Who’s your source? @Lewis}
I put a finger to my forehead, eyes ahead now as Garvey drives inside the Belcroft estate—Dimitri’s temporary residence until his new home is
