The photo was way too clear. I could see my own expression—caught somewhere between unspeakable pleasure and a flicker of unwillingness.

But to anyone else looking at it, that expression meant something very different.

"You took this!" I shot him a glare sharp enough to cut.

"If I had taken it, I wouldn’t have handed it over to you," Thierry said, cool as ever. "Zachary took it. Just so he could ruin your name, humiliate you, and grind you into the ...