Sallie's POV
The moment I spotted Draven, my blood turned to ice. My face, already cold, hardened into stone.
Webster caught my reaction immediately, his heart stuttering. He rushed to explain, "I swear I didn't invite him. He forced his way here. I couldn't shake him off."
Webster hadn't even tried to stop Draven, but he wasn't about to admit that. Not when he'd finally convinced me to meet him. He couldn't risk blowing his only shot at seeing me again because of Draven's interference.
Draven knew Webster had been acting unhinged lately, so the betrayal didn't faze him. He fixed his disapproving stare on me instead. "I don't know what games you're playing to turn Webster against Jill, but cut it out."
The words left his mouth before he could stop them. Damn it—that wasn't what he'd planned to say. But every encounter with me because of Jill sent his composure straight to hell.
