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“How were the parentals?”

“Frustrating,” I admit, welcoming her inside. “How was your weekend?”

“Fairly dull. The guys were… preparing.”

“For the weekend?”

She nods but doesn’t meet my eyes.

“Why do I get the feeling it’s going to be bad?”

“It’s never good where Cade and Ashton are concerned.”

“What’s that?” Her eyes drop to my neck, and my hand drifts there.

“What?” I walk to the mirror, and my eyes widen in horror. “I… uh, nothing.”

“That’s not nothing.” She storms over to me and bats my hand away, pulling the neckline of my tank top down. “That’s a hickey.”

“No, it’s not.”

Her brow arches. “You’re a terrible liar. The question is, though, who gave it to you? Was it Cade? Are you two—"

“What? No!” Disgust rolls through me.

“Oh my God,” realization dawns in her eyes, “it was Bexley, wasn’t it?”

“No, it wasn’t. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I can’t look at her, because I know there’s guilt etched into my expression.

“Oh, Mia, what did you do?”

She steps around me so I have no choice but to meet her sympathetic gaze.

“I like him, Sasha. I really, really like him.”

“But you’re Cade’s prosapia. If he finds out, and he will, what do you think he’ll do?”

A violent shudder rips through me. “You can’t tell him, please. I’m begging you.”

“God, I would never… but you have to end it, Mia. You have to.”

“I can’t. I won’t.” I’m falling for Bexley, and I refuse to accept that we can’t find a way to make it work. Even if it is stupid.

“This isn’t a case of Cade getting his feelings hurt, Mia. It’s a game of life or death, and if he finds out what you’ve done… Bexley’s life won’t be worth living.”

Oh God.

What have I done?

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Bexley

Mouse: The coast is clear

My heart begins to race as I

stare down at her simple message.

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