Chapter 7 She's In Heat

• COLE
• I slouched in my seat, resting my heavy, drunken head in one palm, my elbow braced against the table as I watched Marcel Fox raise a toast with Aiden Moran across from me. I’d lost count of how many glasses of wine I’d downed, but it was the only way I could endure this tedious charade where everyone wore pleasant masks that hardly fooled anyone.
• And I wondered how many feasts Anastasia would conveniently arrange until she gave up on the idea of trying to make me brush up on my childhood memory with Skyla Fox – which, I believed, had been none.