Sloane's POV
Vanya's voice still echoed inside my head. Emily would've used her position as host to lead a 'drunk' Wane to some hidden room. Then she'd take your place. She'd sleep with him. She'd twist his mistake into a lifetime of control. That woman is evil.
Her voice was hoarse now, raw from fury. We were both burning with rage.
I didn't know how far Emily would've gone if her plan had worked. How she would've blackmailed or manipulated Wane afterward. But one thing was clear. Tonight, she had almost succeeded.
And even though the plan backfired, even though she didn't get to sleep with Wane… she still hurt me.
She nearly destroyed me.
The drug was growing stronger by the second. I writhed on the grass, but my body was too weak, too soft, like I was made of cotton. What I though
