BECOMING RICH

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. A FEW DAYS LATER. It’s been three days since it felt like my world had cracked open, and for the first time in forever, I feel as though I can finally breathe again. I haven’t gone back to my….well, Reginald’s house ever since the night of the play. It felt wrong to even think about setting foot in there, let alone spending a night there. My entire life was a lie, and I don’t even know how to deal with it. Instead, I’d been staying with Amara. Lucien didn’t like it, though; he wanted me to come with him to his house, but the thought of spending the night under the same roof as Eldric Ravenscroft… it didn’t feel right for some reason. I placed my AirPods in my ears, blocking out the outside world, as music blasted in my ears. All I wanted to do was hide….at least for some time. It felt like I was in a dream, and in a few hours, I’d wake up from the nightmare. Valerian has been quite literally everywhere I turn. He’s showing up at Amara’s place, wanting to talk to