Sloane’s POV

“Someone knows,” Elias said the moment I stepped into his room after the evening interviews. “The redhead pulled me aside after the elimination. She said she walked past the service stairs last night and heard enough to put it together.”

My stomach dropped. “What did you tell her?”

“That whatever she thinks she heard is none of her business. She smiled like she already won something.” He shut the door and locked it. “The producers are going to hear about it by morning. We have one night before this stops being ours alone.”

I stood in the middle of the room feeling the weight of eight years and...