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Nodding, Alex said, “Sarah wasn’t feeling well?”

“I don’t think so,” Mia told him, glancing away.

“Well, she’s probably okay now,” Alex said. “Why don’t you go get her, then find Grace so we can leave.”

“Okay,” Mia said, looking somewhat annoyed.

Alex gave her a kiss and squeezed her ass, letting her know what she could look forward to if she did what the fuck he told her to, and Mia smiled. “Be right back,” she said with eager enthusiasm, obviously thinking about the things he would do to her when they were alone. Alex was excited, aswell, thinking of how he would coax her into doing things she didn’t like to do, acts she found shameful and degrading.

But, that would happen much later.

As Mia made her way through the swaying, writhing crowd, Alex revisited the idea of having Mia discover Sarah and Phil. It was best that way. Mia would have the responsibility of finding help for Sarah. She would obviously turn to Alex and allow him to come up with a plan. Of course, she wouldn’t know he’d already crafted the plan. Wouldn’t know the part she was already, unwittingly, playing. Keeping Mia ignorant was best, as well. She wasn’t a good liar. She got nervous. Forgot things. Couldn’t focus.

Alex couldn’t risk Mia fucking things up.

There was too much at stake.

CHAPTER 50

Fifteen Years Ago

3:29 a.m.

Mia

“What room did you take her in?” Mia asked Grace, who followed her up the grand, curving staircase toward the front of the chalet, and onto the spacious landing.

Minutes ago, after Alex sent her off to find Sarah, Mia had spotted Grace, dancing near the bar, drinking a beer. She’d pulled Grace away from the guys she’d been flirting with, who clearly weren’t interested, obviously, but Grace was too drunk, or naïve, to notice.

“We need to find Sarah,” Mia had yelled in Grace’s ear as she clamped a hand around Grace’s wrist. “Come on.”

Giggling, Grace said, “I don’t remember … one of these rooms down this hall. I think.”

“You think?” Mia frowned, pissed that Grace was so drunk.

“I was busy …” Grace giggled again.

Continuing down the hall, Mia gave her a dirty look. “Busy doing … what?”

Whispering, Grace said, “Don’t tell Chris, but … I hooked up with this guy.”

“You what?” Mia side-stepped away from Grace, repulsed by the sour beer on her breath.

“I hooked up with this football player.”

Annoyed by Grace’s smug tone, Mia said, “So you cheated on Chris.”

“Well, technically, yeah, but …”

“Why would you do that?” Mia asked, pleased by the judgment in her tone, knowing it would take Grace down a peg, or two, back where her fat, ugly ass belonged.

“I don’t know … “ Grace said, somewhat contrite. “Maybe I just wanted to do something?—”

“Cruel and heartless?” Mia said, piling on the judgment.

“The guy was huge, okay?”

“And that makes it okay?” Mia asked, keeping her tone critical.

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