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“I’m going to kill him,” I mutter under my breath. “Is he the reason we haven’t hung out for months?”
“Nope. That was all you,” Raj says bitterly. “Apparently, you’re too big for us now.”
“I…said that?”
“In no uncertain terms.”
“Come on. You know I care about you guys.” I pause. “Wait. Where’s Ollie?”
A daunting silence suffocates the table before Gemma smiles. “He’s traveling around South America.”
Ahmed mutters something under his breath that I can’t hear with the chaos and chatter around us.
I blow out a breath. “Gem, do you remember that night when we were going to Raj’s house after the club? Two years ago? Before graduation?”
“Oh, yeah.” She smiles. “Zee and Sailor puked all over his Persian carpet and he was livid.”
“Did I make it?”
“No. I believe you went home.”
“Did something else happen?”
She frowns. “Something like what?”
An accident.
But I don’t say that again, because it seems it was all my imagination. The last thing I remember is a hallucination.
A rush of panic lunges through me. If I lost time then and also during the competition that day, what else did I lose?
According to what Gem confirmed, the club and the after-party happened, but what about the time in between? If no accident took place, then what did?
I steal a drink from a passing waiter’s tray, then tell him to give whoever ordered this a bottle of their finest liquor on me.
Before the flute can touch my lips, a rough hand covers mine and subtly removes the glass from my fingers.
I can smell him before I see him, and when I look up, Eli stares down at me with carefully tucked rage. His eyes shine a dark gray under the dim light and his black suit gives him an intimidating, sinister edge.
“You leave my sight for one minute and you’re already wreaking havoc, Mrs. King.”
I meet his glare with one of my own. “All thanks to your fortune, Mr. King.”
“Ava just wanted a change of scenery,” Gemma says in a honeyed tone. She’s slipping her hair behind her ear and batting her eyelashes. Anyone from a continent away can see she’s flirting.
With her friend’s husband.
On paper only, but they don’t know that.
Yes, Eli is an infuriating bastard who’s not worth my attention, let alone this fire that’s burning in my chest, but that’s only because she’s disrespecting me.
Gemma, the good girl with better morals than religious leaders, doesn’t find it amoral to flirt with my husband in front of my face.
Unless she knows it’s all one big sham? Or he encouraged her? Did they have sex?
The fire burns hotter and wilder than the volcano that wiped out Pompeii.
I smile sweetly at her and then at Eli. “You don’t have to speak for me, Gem. My husband and I areexcellentcommunicators.”
