"We're really doing this, aren't we?"
Paige Heavenchild's voice came out breathy... a girl who'd spent the last forty minutes in a booth telling herself she was just here to celebrate someone else's victory and not the voice of a girl who'd been watching a boy laugh from across the VIP section and slowly losing every internal argument she'd ever had with her own traitorous wants.
Brielle shrugged..
"Would you rather just watch from the sidelines?"
"No way."
The words ripped out of Paige so fast they nearly choked her. Watching was the worst fate imaginable—because watching was all they'd ever done.
In Marcus's shadow. In his orbit. Footnotes to his perfection, footnotes with tits and asses that turned heads but never owned the room. The Heavenchild twins. Details scarce—they exist in Marcus's shadow.
