Chapter 139

DIANA

I hate being right. Especially when I’m practically begging the world to prove me wrong.

The article on my tablet—Stone grinning at reporters like he’s just won the lottery—elicits nothing from me. No surprise. No disappointment. Just inevitability. I drop the tablet onto my desk and tilt my head at the man across from me.

“You let this charade drag on longer than I expected.”

Morgan Whitney, my fiancé on the days he isn’t busy poisoning me for sport, only smiles. “You have to let people feel safe before you pull the rug out from under them, don’t you think, my dear?”

I can’t help but nod. He’s infuriatingly clever when he isn’t insufferable.

Turning my chair, I glance at Vixi. My darling. A red milk snake with bright yellow bands, coiled elegantly in her glass tank. Harmless, yet she makes people uneasy without even trying. I guess that makes us opposites.

I stand, retrieve a white mouse from the supply, and lower it into her tank. Sh