ANASTASIA’S POV.

The rest of the housewarming felt like it was happening under a magnifying glass. Every laugh, every clink of glass, every glance seemed hotter and sharper. Especially Vanessa’s stare. Her eyes tracked me like a hunter who’d just found her prey.

And Isaac, God, Isaac. I blamed him for everything. Even after we were caught in the kitchen, even after her eyes burned holes into our backs, he dared to lean in and brush a kiss against my lips before letting me go. A soft, ...