Scarlett sat beside her, frowning deeper. “That’s weird as hell.”
“I know.” Vivienne stared at the dark screen. For the first time since she’d met him, she was completely on her own. Damien didn’t want Sage dead—he’d made that clear more than once but now Vivienne did. She didn’t give a single f**k what he wanted anymore. Being away from the mansion was going to make it easier to finish this.
Scarlett rubbed both hands over her face. “I can’t keep watching them choose her. It started with Mason, then Cole and now Jace. At this rate Boone will be baking her a goddamn birthday cake.”
A tiny snort escaped Vivienne despite everything. “You’ve seen his cooking.”
Scarlett groaned. “Exactly…it's disaster just to impress Sage.”
The humor died fast. Scarlett looked at her, voice dropping. “So
