I staggered backwards from the door.

Jessica's lips on Lucien's burned into my retinas, leaving a hollow ache in my chest.

Lucien Hayes doesn't deserve a woman, doesn't deserve to be loved by one.

I hurried down the hall, nearly colliding with an assistant. In an empty changing room, I pressed my back against the wall. My heart was still beating hard with anger.

Ronan's text lit my screen: "I'm waiting for the confirmation? If you don't have it, don't waste my time."

The door swung ...