Ava
The bags slipped from Chris’s fingers as he saw the picture on the screen. I felt like my legs might give out underneath me; there, on the phone screen, was a photograph of us kissing in front of the hotel.
And then, just below it, was a picture from the press event looking awfully cozy.
“What the hell did you two do over there?” Leonard whispered, drawing us closer so as not to be overheard by the murmuring people walking by. “You guys have to be more careful, even on the human continent!”
Chris and I exchanged nervous glances, each of us too stunned to speak for several long moments. So the image of us kissing outside the hotel had leaked to Moonstone after all—less than twenty-four hours after Chris had assured me that it wouldn’t.
After several heartbeats, I fin
