“I can’t believe there’s a chance she’s seeing someone else. How could we not pick up on it?”
My lips draw into a pucker of frustration. Did I not tell them I wasn’t seeing anyone? That there is no one else? It’s clear to me that whoever broke their hearts must have done a real number.
“I don’t think there’s a cheating bone in her body. She has barely picked up her phone since we put her on our plane.”
Daemon. At least someone believes me.
There’s a long pause that eats at my patience.
“I think I love her. I think we all have since the first damn day at Westmoore. Tell me I’m not right.”
It grows silent. So quiet I fear my racing heart can be heard throughout the hotel suite.
Someone groans and a sigh of frustration drift in before I hear Erik say, “You’re not. At le
