Jaxon: I know where you're at.
 
 My chest tightens, and the blood between my ears pounds harder. I stare at the screen.
 
 How does he know I'm here?
 
 Jaxon: I need to meet you tonight. I'm in Greenwich.
 
 The hairs on my neck rise.
 
 Jaxon: Don't avoid me, Ivy.
 
 Me: Where in town are you?
 
 Jaxon: Downtown. There's a coffee shop a block from my hotel. It's called Steam. Do you know it?
 
 I went to it often with Dax and some of the girls from the sorority. So I have good and bad memories of that place. It's no different from any other business in Greenwich. Everywhere I turn reminds me of how I thought I had everything, but it was only a farce.
 
 Me: Yes, I know where it's at.
 
 Jaxon: How quickly can you get here?
 
 I glance at my watch. It's 5:45.
 
 Me: I'll leave now.
 
 I grab Dax's key fob and my purse off the table, then step outside. I get into his Porsche, drive through the estate, and out of the gates. I accelerate toward town.
 
 My insides clench tighter. Jaxon's not going to be happy with me. I shouldn't have lied to him, but I feared he'd convince me not to pursue my plan.
 
 I laugh out loud, thinking about the irony of how I thought I had a plan to get revenge on everyone, but in reality, it was too loosely put together. I still don't know how I'll ever do it, and wonder if I'm even capable.
 
 The car goes over a pothole and tears me out of my thoughts. I rev the engine, and my blood buzzes again.
 
 Not now.
 
 Please, not now.
 
 Maybe I could fuck Jaxon.
 
 No. I have to stop doing that with him. He's not who I want.
 
 I'm never going to have who I want. Dax will never truly love me.
 
 By the time I arrive at the coffee shop, I feel sick. I'm guilty of so many things. There are too many people I've fucked who I shouldn't have, Jaxon included.
 
 Now, I get to add lying to my list of sins. And of all the people in my life, Jaxon doesn't deserve dishonesty.
 
 Who did I think I was, coming here and thinking I could hurt these people the same way they hurt me?
 
 They're too twisted.
 
 Dax is right. I'm not like them.
 
 I am.
 
 Ironically, Dax is taking them down for me. The thought makes my heart swell. It's just like when he used to protect me, but I remind myself he only did what he did to play the game. His protection never meant love. It was only a strategy to win whatever the sordid prize was between him and the others.
 
 He hurt others in the process of revenge, including Matt.