CINDY’S POV
My brain flat-lined for a split second.
Then Nancy’s words slammed back into my skull like a gunshot.
“…the room he’ll be sharing with me tonight?”
Excuse me?
“You say?!” I barked, forgetting I was supposed to be Peony and that none of this should matter to me.
But fck Peony. Fck the whole plan.
This is my Damian we’re talking about. Ain’t no damn b***h sharing a room with him!
Nancy’s smile turned syrupy.
“You heard me, Peony. Damian and I are bunking together in that cute little suite. Come on, Dam-Dam, let’s go see!”
She squealed, tugging his arm like a kid with a new toy.
I didn’t say a word. Just hit him with the deadliest glare I’ve ever cooked up: Move and you’re dead, Thorne.
He froze, rooted to the ground.
Then, without a word, he jerked out of her grip, s
