“What about that girl from England?”
“Which one?”
“Third year, Melissa?”
A frown etches on my face. “No, I don’t think so. If it’s her, she’s not the one who founded this whole thing. But she’s always so… quiet and reserved.”
“Well, yes, that’s the type we’re looking for, no? Someone whowon’t stand out too much, or be in the center of attention.”
“Let’s not think about this too much,” I sigh. “Are you going to read the second one, or should I?”
“You do it.”
I scroll down a little, my thumb pausing right when I’m at the second spot. Immediately, anger starts building inside of me when I see the image again. The way it looks more intimate than it was, and the way it seems as though Soren’s kissing me with a thousand years of bottled-up passion, rattles me in ways that I loathe.
“We can’t forget about that little smooch between the Queen and King of the academy. Or was it a full-blown make-out session? What else happened after the camera stopped rolling? Will this end the Sloane and Ford family feud? Or are they experiencing enemies-to-lovers in real life? We’d better find out before they graduate.”
Grace laughs. “Oh, this is golden.”
“Shut up.”
“And for the grand finale,” Grace drawls out just as I scroll down enough to spot the video. It’s still in the raw state I sent it, with nothing covered or censored. At this point, it can be considered a homemade porn video.
“My, my, looks like the heir of the Ford fortune has found himself in a rather compromising position. Who would’ve thought that the brat had it in him?”
I giggle a little. “Of course, that’s the first place.”
“But on a serious note, if someone finds out who Sinners and Saint is, they can be sued for revenge porn.”
“I don’t think it’ll get that far.”
“And if it does,” Grace continues. “You’ll get sued for recording and sending it.”
“Don’t worry, my law team is fantastic.”
“You don’t regret tarnishing his reputation at all, do you?”
“Not even a little bit,” I snort. “But hey, speaking of tarnishing, are you still coming tomorrow night?”
“Yes!” The eagerness in her voice breaks a smile on my face. “I’m not telling Avalon or Lila about our plan, though. They’ll try to talk us out of it. I’m bringing all the goodies.”
“And the sleeping pills?”
“Crushed and ready to be used.”
“Perfect.”
THIRTEEN
“What thefuck is wrong with you?”
Kenzo asks, shuffling through the deck of cards. Aiden and Elias are sitting here too, waiting for Kenzo to spread out the cards. His eyes bore into mine as he lifted a brow.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“What I mean is,” he drawls out. “Is that you called us here for what? A game of poker? This cabin’s not big enough for two people; we’re barely squeezing in together, Soren. What the hell’s up with you?”
“Shut up and deal.”
