Corrupt

The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.

“Hell,” he continued, a hint of a grin on his face, “I’ll do it if I have to.”

“If he can’t,” he said, looking at me pointedly, “then maybe you will. As long as it’s a Crist, I don’t really care.”

He’ll marry her, put a Crist baby in her, and everything Fane will be ours, including Little Rika.

They’d all had each other’s backs tonight, and now they had mine.

“What are we going to do?”

“And your father is partnered in three real estate ventures with the Andersons, so—”

“I told everyone! My mother called the school, and…”

“Miles Anderson slipped me a spiked drink at a party last spring.”

Don’t be alone with her. Don’t ever be alone with her.