Chapter 102

• I turned slightly, letting my stiletto pivot toward the far end of the rooftop the very place Michael had backed down without a word. I didn’t need to say much. Just a tilt of my chin toward the marble told the story.
• “If your vision’s still intact,” I said coolly, “take a closer look and figure out why Michael walked away.”
• Vivian hesitated, pride tightening her posture but curiosity, like it always did, betrayed her. Her heels clicked toward the fractured tile. I watched her stop, inhale sharply.