Page 62 of King of Sin
Alexa was talking as though that outcome was supposed to terrify her.
"You've loved Vincent for years," Alexa continued desperately. "You've been together since you were young. How can you just throw all of that away overnight? You're only acting impulsively right now. Once the anger fades, you'll regret everything."
Her voice became increasingly urgent.
"So leave. Right now. Get up and leave before it's too late."
Juliet made a disgusted face as she listened to Alexa's voice through the phone. Her fingers tightened around the device, and she rolled her eyes so hard that they almost hurt.
She had heard enough.
Pulling the phone away from her ear, she was just about to end the call when Alexa suddenly spoke again, her voice sounding unusually hesitant.
"Wait, Juliet. I have something to ask you."
Juliet paused, her thumb hovering over the screen. After a moment, she lifted the phone back to her ear and leaned against the headboard.
"What is it?"
There was a brief silence before Alexa finally answered.
"Well... you know I was at the club tonight too."
Juliet's brows knitted together.
"So?"
"Everyone already left," Alexa said softly. "I'm still here by myself. Can you ask Cassian to come pick me up? I really need a ride."
For a second, Juliet simply stared at the wall in front of her.
Then her expression darkened.
Of course.
After spending the last ten minutes pretending to care about her safety, Alexa's real purpose had finally come out.
A mocking smile tugged at the corner of Juliet's lips.
The woman really had no shame.
Still, instead of exposing her, Juliet's smile widened into something sweet and pleasant.
"Sure," she said cheerfully.
The second the words left her mouth, she disconnected the call.
The room instantly became quiet again.
Juliet tossed the phone onto the bed beside her and folded her arms across her chest, her lips curling upward in amusement.
A moment later, the bathroom door opened.
Her eyes automatically shifted toward the sound.
Then she froze.
Cassian stepped out of the bathroom with damp hair and droplets of water still clinging to his skin. A dark towel hung loosely around his neck while the rest of him looked like he had just walked out of a magazine photoshoot.
