Knox
I glare down at the phone in my hand. My brows arch so high, they nearly touch my hairline.
My eyes flash in surprise. A picture of me stepping into the Prescob hotel glows from the phone screen.
I shoot her glare. “What is this?” I flash the phone before her, my voice has a tinge of disbelief, barely hiding my astonishment.
“There's more,” she snaps.
I look down at the phone and start to scroll through it. More pictures of me driving into the premises of the hotel, stepping out of my car and….my fingers freeze over the screen.
A picture of me bare chested on the bed with a brunette's head resting on my chest. I couldn't see her face.
Blood drains from my face. That night I passed out at the hotel, someone had clearly set me up.
I clench my jaw so hard the ache spreads throu
