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Chapter 330 Roses and Resentment
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
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The night breeze brushed across my face, tinged with the haze of wine. I twirled the stem of my ss between my fingers, the red shimmering in the light like a me, catching more than
a few stares.
The birthday crowd inside roared withughter and chatter, pheromones shing in the air- Lorde’s party was a spectacle.
He joined me at the balcony rail, following my gaze with a sheepish grin. “Sorry. I didn’t know Carris would bring… people you’d rather avoid.”
I arched a brow, let my cedar scent roll faintly through the air. “It’s your birthday. As long as you’re happy.”
Truth was, with Kirby’s power, even without Carris, no one could have stopped him froming.
I spoke idly with Lorde a few more minutes, until a server arrived carrying a massive bouquet of blood–red roses, ced deliberately for all to see. Whispers rippled through the crowd.
My jaw tightened.
Asphodel snarled in my head. <i>Who </i><i>dares </i><i>send </i><i>you </i><i>flowers</i>? <i>Begging </i><i>for </i><i>death</i>.
The server offered me a card, voice respectful. “Miss Leslie, someone asked me to give you this.”
I didn’t me him–just took the card.
“Dearest Leslie, may I invite you to dinner? Waiting downstairs. -Carl.”
Carl.
The same coward who’d fled in panic the moment Kirby appeared, now slinking back?
A coldugh slipped from me. Asphodel roared. This pathetic stand–in has a death <i>wish</i>. <i>Tear </i><i>that </i>
<i>card </i>to <i>shreds</i>!
I ignored her and thumbed a quick message to Michael. “Carl free tonight?”
A pause, then his reply: “He’s scheduled for an overnight shoot. Supporting role.”
So, the fool dared lie to me.
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I ordered the flowers removed, murmured my goodbye to Lorde, and made for the exit.
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But of course, Carris darted out, grinning like a jackal. “Leslie, you’ve been drinking–too dangerous to drive. Let me see you home.”
“No.” I didn’t slow my stride.
He trailed after me. “At least let me arrange a driver-”
I halted, turned a sharp nce his way. My cedar scent sharpened. “Carris. Your shows are tanking, and yet you’re flush with cash. Crimson Moon Pack suddenly generous with you?”
His face faltered, eyes flickering. Bull’s–eye.
My lips curled. Asphodel spat, <i>Bought </i><i>off </i><i>by </i><i>Kirby </i><i>again</i>? <i>Kick </i><i>him</i>.
I’d long suspected his cozying back up to Kirby. The money trail confirmed it.
Carris stammered, “Kirby… he’s not all bad. He’s–he’s got a kind heart, if you’d just give him another chance-”
I cut him off with a t, frozen tone. “I have no desire for that chance.”
He choked on silence.
I dismissed him, stepped into the elevator, and rode down.
Outside, a battered van idled at the curb. As soon as I appeared, the door flew open—Carl leapt out, waving like an overeager pup.
“Leslie-”
Kirby’s POV
From the shadowed balcony, I red through the ss, down at the curb.
She’d stepped into that shabby van. Her cedar scent still lingered in the air, sweet and sharp. But it was eclipsed by the sight of him.
Carl.
Groveling smile, hand pping like a mutt begging scraps.
Mint tore from me in violent waves, thick as a storm surge. My chest felt crushed by stone, blood chilled to ice.
Leiss hovered nearby, watching my expression with nervous caution. “Kirby, he’s nothingpared to you. Leslie must be doing this to get under your skin.”
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A hollowugh rumbled from me, voice dark as a grave. “Wherever he came from, he’ll crawl back. Otherwise… he vanishes.”
Leiss paled, hesitated. But… he’s with Aurora Entertainment. Signed under Michael. He’s built a following–on your name. That’s…
He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to.
Aurora Entertainment. Michael’spany. Leslie’s investment.
<i>To </i>strike Carl was to strike her venture.
The thought curdled my gut, rage and restraint tearing each other apart.
Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha, and I was meant to swallow this?
My knuckles cracked as I clenched my fists.
Lance’s snarl echoed inside me. <i>Endure </i><i>nothing</i>. Kirby–<i>you are </i><i>Alpha</i>. <i>Show </i>him <i>the </i><i>price </i><i>of </i><i>crossing </i>
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