THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENT CONTENT THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME READERS
HAVEN POV
“Are you sure about this?” I asked Imogen as I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom of her penthouse apartment.
“About what?” she asked back, leaning closer to the mirror to put on her red lipstick.
“All of it?” I answered. “The hair, the outfit, the shoes… it’s just — well, it’s not really me.”
“What are you talking about? You look hot. Own it!” Ramón yelled from where he lounged on Imogen’s bed, sipping a glass of red wine.
“He’s right, you look hot,” Imogen agreed. “Wesley is an i***t,” she added.
My lips twitched halfheartedly, but I said nothing in response to her words.
“I TOLD YOU, WE BANNED THAT NAME FOR TONIGHT, IMMY!” Ramon yelled from the bedroom. “That’s another
