My blood runs cold. I glance at the phone I used to text and notice it's where I send her messages as King.
Shit. Shit.
She's confused because King shouldn't know she went out tonight.
My other phone rings. It's Ivy.
The red light turns green, and I continue driving, answering with my bluetooth earpiece.
"Hello."
"Hey" Her voice is cautious. "I just got a weird text from King asking if I'm home safe, but he shouldn't know I went anywhere today."
This is my chance to confess that King and Declan are the same person, that I've been lying since the beginning.
But the words stick in my throat.
"That's weird," I hear myself say. "Maybe he saw something on social media. People post everything these days."
"Maybe." She doesn't sound convinced.
We talk for a few more minutes before hanging up. When I get home, I sit in my car, staring at my phone, hating myself.
A text comes through from Riley:
Riley:
Have you seen this?
She sends a link from a gossip site. The headline makes my stomach drop:
“Mystery Woman Spotted at Museum Gala - Dr. Ivy Chandler, Marcus Chandler's Sister, Linked to an Unknown Man?”
The photo is grainy but clear enough. It's Ivy leaving through a side exit, her dress unmistakable, her expression flushed.
Another text comes in.
Riley:
Does Marcus know about both of you yet?
Declan:
Nope.
Declan:
Maybe.
Riley:
What will he do if he finds out about the gala?
Kill me, that's what. But I don't reply.
Riley:
Dec, this is bad.
