SLOANE
Instead of Declan following me to the city like we'd originally planned, Damon insisted on Vera. Out of everyone in that mansion, he chose her. The woman who tried to kill me. The woman I had nightmares about.
"Are you serious right now?" I stood in his office, my arms crossed tight over my chest. I wore simple jeans, a black sweater, my hair pulled back in a ponytail. Ready to travel, ready to find Riley. But not ready to be stuck with Vera for hours. "I don't trust her, Damon."
He leaned back against his desk, wearing dark jeans and a fitted grey henley that showed off his muscular frame. His dark hair was messy like he'd been running his hands through it all morning. Those intense hazel eyes studied me carefully.
"I don't trust her either," he said simply, his voice calm. "Th
