SLOANE
The naked woman Riley had been talking about was Vera. I stopped in the doorway for a moment when I saw her because she looked nothing like herself.
Vera in her usual state was all sharp edges and expensive taste, the kind of woman who made every room feel like she owned it.
Vera right now was lying in Rika's bed with a white sheet pulled up to her shoulders, her dark hair damp and matted against the pillow, her skin pale and her breathing shallow.
She looked small in a way that made something uncomfortable move through me that I didn't want to examine too closely. I didn't trust her. I had not forgotten what she tried to do to me and I was not going to pretend I had. But I wasn't a monster either.
Damon was on the far side of the room, leaning against the wall with his arm
