Owen

the passenger seat of Li

ike conjoined twins, fused by their shared deceit. Cayden keeps glancing at me, his expression a mi

r, washes over me as Liam leans across the console. I f

mical and precise as he clicks my seatbelt into place. He settles

ne purrs

trange hint of amusement. His eyes meet mine in the rearvie

in my chest and turn to look ou

's a light, fleeting touch, but it sends a jolt through me. "Do

ng, seem to be a direct provoca

am," he warns, his voice tight. "The Hewitt family values pro

, but I feel the weight of his mockery. "This is between my fiancée a

ns forward, her voice dripping with fake concer

irror and give a small,

ith a carefully curated version of our shared history. She talks about our friendship, from the

but now they feel like tiny, sha

with Cayden's. There's a smile in her voice, but her eyes are hard. She glances quickly at Liam,

eyes burn. I turn away, focusing on th

s the wrong way. Where are we going?" he stammers, pointing

, but I feel his gaze on me. One

k to our home," he states,

of betrayal, I'd almost forgotten. The man sitting beside me, my supp

son in the world who would m

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