Chapter 25

Yvaine suddenly found the floor fascinating. Her heels. A smudge on the carpet. Anything but my face. ‘Yvaine,’ I said, sharper this time. ‘You know all the gossip in town. Spill.’ She winced. ‘I didn’t want to tell you. Thought it might... I don’t know. Upset you.’ ‘Trust me,’ I said. ‘The only thing that could upset me right now is running out of alcohol.’ Yvaine gave a guilty little shrug. ‘Fine. Yeah. They’re working together. Catherine’s his secretary now.’ For a second, I thought I hadn’t heard her right. ‘Secretary? Like… scheduling and stuff?’ ‘Yeah.’ I barked out a laugh, way too loud for a party this fancy. A few people glanced over. I didn’t care. Back when Rhys and I were a thing, I needed to book an appointment just to swing by his office with a sandwich. Now Catherine, whose only organisational skill was getting thrown out of a club in under ten minutes, got an all-access pass? ‘Of course she is,’ I said, grabbing another drink off the tray of a passing waiter. ‘Of bloody