Talia propped her cheek in one hand, watching me with that lazy, dangerous charm. She blinked and asked, “That night those two disgusting cheaters were going at it in the bathroom, and we didn’t get to tear her apart, remember? Now she delivers herself right to us—if we let her off easy, isn’t that just rude?”

I got it instantly.

Ripping the mistress apart—how could I not want that?

Even if every last bit of love I ever had for Maverick, ...