CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN: CALCULATED

SANDY POV

Love disgusts me.

There’s nothing pure about it. Really, it’s just a convenient word humans invented to make their stupidity sound poetic. If you’re not the one in control, you’re the one bleeding.

Simple.

And walking beside me to the rental car are two prime examples of those infested with the disease. Lena and her prison-yard Romeo.

Lena’s still naïve enough to see hearts in people who only see opportunity. And Tyler… oh, Tyler is ...