Eric’s POV

I couldn’t stop pacing. Back and forth across the cold marble tiles of my room, my bare feet slapping against the floor in a maddening rhythm. My palms were clammy, my heartbeat erratic. The phone on my bed wouldn’t stop buzzing.

Another notification. Then another. And another.

My stomach twisted tighter than a noose. I didn’t have to look at the screen to know what they were about. I already saw the video. The moment it started playing, I felt the world split open beneath me.

Dorian and I.

In that damn bathroom.

The worst part wasn’t that we were caught, it was that it was her. I...