LILITH

“He even tagged along? Looks like you two really are together now.”

That was the first thing Marissa said as Dean and I stepped into Julian’s office.

She was sprawled lazily on the sofa like she owned the place, one leg draped over the other, her phone dangling idly between her fingers as her gaze fell toward us.

For a beat, I froze. Had it really been that obvious—that Dean and I had only been pretending all this time?

But I composed myself just as quickly. So what if she knew? It changed nothing.

So I slid my hand into Dean’s, our fingers intertwining, and lifted my chin to...