She was sprawled across her bed, one leg hanging off the edge, her head spinning just enough to make the screen blur if she stared too long. Music played low from a speaker somewhere—something moody, bass-heavy, barely audible over the hum of the city outside her window.

Then, two buzzes. Almost simultaneous.

She blinked, squinting at the screen.

She stared at both messages for a long moment. The wine had loosened something in her chest—a reckless, mean little thread.

Then she smiled. Slow. Dangerous.

She ignored Tyler's request entirely. Instead, she clicked on Ryker's thread and hit the camera icon.