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Pen. Sloane. Rhea. All of them had been fucked over bymydecision. I’d been so confident I could arrange the meetup without detection, and I’d done it without consulting Sloane despite knowing the risks. She’d been so worried about her sister, and I’d wanted to surprise her with something nice. I’d worried she’d talk me out of it if I told her, and dammit, she would’ve been right.
Because I might’ve just killed any chance she had of seeing Pen again in the future.
Fuck.I made an abrupt turn away from my house and toward her office.
Her family must’ve seen the blog post by now. No one liked to admit it, but everyone read Perry Wilson, if only to ensure they weren’t his latest target.
“Come on, Luna, pick up,” I muttered as I dodged an angry cab driver and crossed the street while the light was still green. The call went to voicemail, as did the next one and the one after that. Luckily, I was only a few blocks away from her office, and I made it there in record time. I’d pissed off half the drivers in Midtown along the way, but I didn’t give a shit. I needed to see her and make sure she was okay.
“Xavier!” Jillian half stood, her eyes widening when I burst in like a madman. “What are—”
“Is she in a meeting?”
“No, but she’s sitting in on a magazine interview with Asher Donovan. Silent observ—”
I was already gone before she finished her sentence.
Sloane was sitting at her desk when I entered her office. She was polished as always in a blouse and pencil skirt, her hair gathered in a perfect bun, but I knew her well enough to pick up on the tiny signs of tension—the ramrod-straight posture, the subtle clench of her jaw, the rhythmic tap of her pen against her desk.
She looked up from her computer at the sound of the door opening and closing. She must’ve read the unspoken question on my face because she clicked something on her computer, and Asher’s answer about his workout routine faded into silence.
“I saw it,” she said. A tinge of pink colored her cheekbones and the tip of her nose. “I got a call from Rhea this morning. They fired her.”
“Shit.” The jagged rocks of guilt multiplied, weighing down my stomach and feet as I crossed the room. “I’m so fucking sorry, Luna. I shouldn’t have brought them to the center. I wasn’t thinking—”
“Don’t be sorry. You had good intentions, and you did everything you could to minimize our chances of getting caught.” Sloane gave me a wan smile. “It was a perfect day, Xavier. I’ll never be sorry that I got to see Pen, and she was happier than I’d seen her in a long time. That was because of you. It’s not your fault George and Caroline would rather prioritize their pettiness over their daughter’s well-being.” Her grip around her pen tightened at the mention of her father and stepmother. “This is on them. Not you.”
Her reassurance eased only a smidge of guilt. The rest continued to fester like a nest of vipers, their serpentine coils slithering through my gut and squeezing tighter with eachwhat ifandshouldn’t have.
Yet another case of me fucking up.
But I could self-flagellate later. I was here to check on Sloane, not wallow in self-pity.
“How’s Pen?” I asked. “Do you know?”
Sloane shook her head. “They kicked Rhea out before she woke up. She didn’t even get to say goodbye. Rhea has taken care of her since she was born, and I can’t imagine…” Her voice hitched. “Anyway, with Rhea gone, I have no intel into what’s happening. They could’ve already shipped her off to a distant cousin in Europe for all I know. I wouldn’t put it past them.”
She maintained a brave front, but I saw past the matter-of-fact replies to the fissures underneath. She was breaking, and it fucking killed me to know I was the cause of it, however indirect.
She may not blame me, but that didn’t stop me from blaming myself.
However, something she said sparked an idea.With Rhea gone, I have no intel into what’s happening.Sloane didn’t have intel, but I knew someone who could get it. For the right price, they could get anything.
I kept the plan to myself for now. I didn’t want to raise her hopes without confirming with my contact first.
I’d started this mess. It was up to me to fix it.
“We’ll figure it out. I promise.” I managed a crooked smile. “Between you and me, we can figure out anything. We’re geniuses.”
Sloane released a half sob, half laugh.
Her eyes were dry, but when I opened my arms, she came around the desk and buried her face in my chest without protest. Her shoulders shook, and I kissed the top of her head, wishing I had the power to take her pain away even if it meant shouldering it myself.
We didn’t speak. She didn’t shed any tears. But I held her all the same.
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