"It's Jessica's assistant asking about Jessica."

Her eyes tightened at the corner, her shoulders drew in, and her lips softened into a pout she tried to hide by looking away. She was my Fiera, but the mention of Jessica's name still cut-and I wasn't tolerating that.

I caught her chin before she could fully turn, tilting her face back to mine. The phone stayed pressed to my ear. Her green eyes flashed with something between annoyance and hurt.

"Listen," I said into the phone, keeping my gaze ...