Chapter 57 Tangled Sheets

• VERONICA’S POV
• The second Noah ended the call, I smirked. The sound of his pain still rang in my ears, and it was music. Sweet, sharp, delicious music. I lifted the wine glass in my hand and swirled it lazily, watching the red liquid catch the light.
• I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs, my silk robe slipping higher up my thighs. A cruel laugh spilled out of me, one I didn’t even bother to hold back.