Page 94 of Thirst Trap

Headlights cut through the dark, and the car rolled up slowly. Out stepped Mr. Vale, tall, precise, eyes cold enough to freeze a man mid-breath. Business. Always business.

And then her.

Cassandra Vale. My age. Our age. But she walked out like she was already twenty years ahead, already untouchable. Black dress, sharp smile, eyes like she’d measured the whole room and found us lacking.

I almost laughed.

Because Sebastian froze. He didn’t even blink. And she didn’t look at me. She looked at him. For once, my grin slipped. Just a second.

Then I shoved it back on. Because whatever this was, whoever she was, the game had just changed.

We were the twins of sins. And tonight, the world was finally watching.