Rhael POV

She was draped all over him like a fucking whore.

And dressed like one, too her breasts practically spilling out, letting him slide his hand beneath her dress to stroke her thigh.

I should’ve expected it. I knew what Lorien was like after that night at the lake my birthday, when she threw herself at me and demanded every ounce of my attention. She was greedy. Needy. Easy.

“What are you doing in here?” Lorien whispered, her voice sharp with surprise.

She should be ...