“Here.”

Aurelia hesitated before taking the cup of water from Veronica, staring at it like it would come alive and bite her.

“I didn't poison it if that's what you're thinking.” Veronica mused, sarcasm dripping in her tone.

Giving the cup one last wary stare, Aurelia accepted it, and Veronica flopped on the sofa beside her. They were in Veronica's hotel room, and the supermodel had taken it upon herself to tend to Aurelia's wound, taking responsibility for her fall.

Veronica ...