Nadia's POV
Landon throws one grave glance at me and I know he is not in for any jokes, none whatsoever.
"I'm going to ask you for the last time, Nadia. Have you been in Vance's room before tonight?"
"Yes." It doesn't come out with as much confidence as I wanted, but I was honest, what Landon so bloody wanted.
"Why?". One question I knew he would ask that would make or mar our relationship.
"It was before us." I'm thinking up excuses that could abate Landon's coming rage, but that flew out my mouth first.
"You've f****d Vance?" He asks without further ado.
"Landon." His body is quivering, his green eyes slit and fiery, but it's still my Landon.
I think of something emotional, sensational maybe, that I could do to change what might happen next.
I take his hands
