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Still nothing.

Sienna notices immediately.

“Oh my god.” Her grin turns wicked. “You’re waiting for someone to text you back.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You literally checked your phone four times in thirty seconds.”

I roll my eyes and toss the phone beside me. “Shut up.”

“Doesn’t matter. I already know who.” She takes another hit from the vape before continuing casually. “I was fucking Kyle Porter when he got a text from Gage asking if he had Wolff’s number.”

“Jesus Christ, Sienna⁠—”

“What?” She grins wider. “Kyle told me all about him. The big, bad Wolff Maddox. AKA K9.”

My cheeks heat.

“Apparently, he’s got a reputation. Kyle acted like Gage was asking for nuclear launch codes. Said Wolff doesn’t like people contacting him unless it’s important or some shit.”

That sounds exactly like him.

A stupid ache settles deeper in my chest.

“So obviously,” Sienna continues, completely unbothered, “I had to investigate.”

“That’s never a good sentence when it comes out of your mouth.”

She ignores me, reaching for another prescription bottle beside her knee. “So I started asking around which Servants had fucked him. And according to Devin, the man is hung like a fucking horse.”

At the mention of Devin, my eyes shoot up to hers.

“Sorry,” she mutters. “I know things are weird between you two after…everything.”

Devin didn’t actually do anything wrong.

We weren’t close. Just two wealthy Sovereign daughters shoved into the same circles often enough to know each other’s drink orders and secrets we’d never repeat sober.

The Greece trip had been huge. Too many people. Too much alcohol. Clubs, beach raves, yachts, drugs passed around like candy. Half the group swapped clothes by the end of the night because everyone was too drunk to care what belonged to who.

I was wearing Devin’s dress when I was taken.

The memory hits so suddenly, I feel sick.

I still remember her laughing while helping zip me into it in the bathroom because I spilled something on my own. Then her arm looped through mine while we stumbled across the street together toward another club.

I can still hear the music. Still smell the ocean. And then⁠—

Nothing good after that.

“It’s fine,” I say, even though it doesn’t feel fine at all.

Knowing she had sex with Wolff before everything happened—it messes with my head. I can’t help wondering if he was the same with her.

If she saw sides of him that I never will.

If he touched her like he touched me.