Page 210 of Heartless Sinner

The perfect First Lady for him.

A tear landed on the screen, blurring Rachel’s smile before I wiped it away.

Brooks was going back to the life planned for him.

Going back to pretending.

He’d marry her. They’d have babies. I’d become nothing more than a distant memory.

Meanwhile, me?

I’d spend the rest of my life knowing I had no one to blame for losing him but myself.

No one seemed to care that I’d broken the rules and left Saint Vale before my time as Brooks’s Fawn was over.

I’d asked Blair if Brooks had selected a different Fawn, but she told me she had no idea.

Enzo didn’t like talking about me, and he liked Blair talking about me even less. He saw me as nothing but a traitor, but she refused to turn her back on me.

As if she’d heard me thinking about her, a picture of her and me at the Devil’s Lair flashed across my screen with Blair’s name.

I kept telling myself to change her photo, since it hurt to see it with every call, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

The memory hurt, but it still made me feel like I was there with them.

As soon as I answered it, she said, “Get yourself ready! We’re coming to Calira to get married!”

Fifty-Five

Brooks

Ichugged the rest of my whiskey and dragged the back of my hand across my mouth. “I’m not fucking going to Calira.”

We were all in the Devil’s Lair, and Enzo had just dropped the biggest fucking bomb imaginable.

He and Blair had decided to elope next weekend.

Next fucking weekend.

And where was the venue? In fucking Calira.

Blair really had her claws in him if she’d convinced Enzo Marchetti to get married halfway across the world. Hell, she probably had the entire Marchetti family wrapped around her finger by now.

“Bring Rachel,” Enzo said.

Blair shoved Enzo’s shoulder, then swung that irritation straight toward me. “Do not bring Rachel. She doesn’t get an invite.”

“She’d be his plus-one,” Enzo argued.

“She’d be put right back on the plane,” Blair fired back, pointing at me. “No one’s ruining my wedding, and no one is hurting my best friend.”

“Exactly why I won’t be there,” I replied. “I’ll be sure to send an expensive-ass gift instead.”

Enzo shot me a look like he had some authority over me. “Your gift will be you there.”

“You don’t even have to speak to Daphne,” Blair said, trying her best to reason with me.

“Come on,” Nico said. “Everyone’s going. We’ll make it fun.”