Rose’s POV

Sandra was still talking, her voice low and quiet while telling them how PR is all about having access to who you need to have access to, to play the right angles, and to keep them in their graves.

I barely heard her. My mind was elsewhere.

The night had dragged on, and something in myself was curling up, something I couldn't seem to shake. Victor kept fading in and out of sight ever since our arrival. And his cryptic attitude, to boot, was wearing on my nerves.

I glanced ...