Rebecca…

Still as bold and headstrong as ever.

Victor Sovereign lowered his gaze to his stomach.

He couldn’t help but wonder how good Rebecca was at stitching wounds. Hopefully, she didn’t botch it—if the scar turned out ugly, he’d be seriously pissed.

Ding—

His phone buzzed.

A group chat notification popped up. The group was called “Hot and We Know It.”

Eric Donovan: “Victor Sovereign, where the hell did you go? I’ve been waiting ...