Tiffany’s eyes widened in horror.
The door opened.
***
Imogen stepped into the room, but it was empty—silent. Yet she was sure she had scented Tiffany here. Was her nose playing tricks on her?
Her thought back to when Tiffany had rushed out of detention. Her eyes had looked wild—desperate. Almost as if she were in heat.
That explained why her scent still lingered in the room.
But there was another scent too. Not Logan’s. A different male’s.
Which meant... Tiffany had been here with someone.
Imogen let out a wicked cackle.
She always thought Tiffany was just a bully and Logan’s plaything. But this? This proved she was more—a slut and a cheat.
Oh, if Logan ever found out.
Well, they were perfect for each other, she thought bitterly.
She was about to leave when something caught he
