Sloane's POV
Standing before me, Emily's entire demeanor had shifted. Gone was the venom. In its place, she looked soft, gentle, almost ladylike.
"Evie," she said sweetly, "I heard you once went to Missoula, didn't you? I have a friend who studied there… she was once assaulted by Jackson Portman. Could I talk to you about it?"
"What?" I stared at her, stunned.
I had always believed bullies only kept bullies as friends. How could someone like Emily possibly have a victim in her circle?
No. This was too neat. Too staged. I suspected she just wanted to drag me away from Wane.
Wane clearly thought the same.
"You're telling us one of your friends was assaulted by Jackson? Really? That's hard to believe—since she's your friend."
His sarcasm made Emily's face tighten.
She sat down at our
