The "game" Philip had in mind wasn’t some casual round of poker. It was something far more sinister.

I locked eyes with him, refusing to back down, but his gaze darted between me and Ashton. “The dynamic between you four is... intriguing,” he mused. “Logan Mercer, your ex. You’re Ashton's ex. And Betty, the new girl in the picture. So, tell me—who’s really in love with who here?”

“It doesn’t matter who loves who,” I snapped. “What’s clear ...