Chapters (32)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- To My Readers
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
Imogene hadn’t claimed to be Dastien’s mate, but she had been clingy. But she was actually Dastien’s ex, whereas Vivian was just a one-night stand.
The three animated dots popped up. Thank God she was texting me back. I was a terrible actress and wasn’t sure how long I could pull off sitting here alone.
You’re joking, right? I almost ripped her throat out.
I stifled a laugh. How did you handle it?
Uh. I tore my feet up running home in flip-flops like a crazy person. Remember? I pretty much handled it the worst way possible.
I snorted a laugh. It was kind of funny.
I hate you. Everything okay?
I glanced around the room, but Vivian was still flirting with that guy. I’m fine. I’m just in Ireland and… I don’t want to bother you. What are you up to anyway?
You’re my friend. You’re not bothering me. We’re in France at his place. Holy shit. It’s amazing. Have you been before?
I took a sip of water and eyed Vivian again before texting back. No! But I’ve heard… Now I definitely want to go. Invite me over ASAP.
BTW why are you in Ireland?
I didn’t even know where to start. How much time do you have?
Spill. Or our entire friendship is off.
I filled her in on everything that had happened the last couple of days. It would’ve been so much easier to just call her and talk, but then everyone would’ve heard the conversation, and I so didn’t need that.
I glanced at Vivian as I typed. So now I’m waiting for Vivian to take off so I can follow her.
You sure you don’t want me and Dastien to come? Have Donovan stall the meeting. We’re only a quick flight away.
I’d love the help, but I didn’t want to risk them. I checked my watch. No. This is about to blow up in a few minutes anyway.
I sat up straight as Vivian finally headed toward the door. Gotta run. She’s on the move.
Text me later with an update. Need to know you’re okay.
Will do. I sent the message and then put my phone away.
There were no classes at St. Ailbe’s about how to follow someone. I was going to have to rectify that because it would’ve been great to know how to be sneaky. I felt like I was making way too much noise, but it must’ve been in my head because Vivian didn’t spare a glance back.