Elena’s POV

The car barely slows in front of the apartment building before Damien’s phone begins ringing. He doesn’t even glance at me, but I already know who it is. Stella again. Of course.

The failed stunt with the dorm director must be eating her alive.

A person like her, who lives on theatrics and self-pity, could never sit still after something backfires this badly. Anyone with functioning senses would know she orchestrated it. Anyone except Damien, apparently. He always believes ...