Page 133 of Feed Your Fiends

“What are you doing in her honour?” Stassi asks, her eyes flitting to Gant unsurely.

“Alistair didn’t tell you?” Bart asks, eyebrows raised. “Marisol was a jewel collector. She left many gems in her vault to Gant. He’s decided to put some into a collection in her honour.”

“Beaumont Diamonds are very excited to work with you, Gant,” Alistair says. “We’ve already come up with various designs I’m sure Marisol herself would approve of. Her gems are absolutely divine and deserve the best settings to show them off.”

“You’ve already seen them?” Gant asks, his voice calm and even, but I know something’s bubbling beneath the surface.

“Bart bought them by months ago,” Alistair says tightly. “Before taking them to a competitor.”

“It’s not personal, Ally,” Bart says. “Marisol deserves the very best.”

“Who’s better than the Beaumonts?” Alistair asks.

“I guess that remains to be seen,” Bart says. “It’s precisely why I left you five pieces to set for the party. We’ll compare which collection is more fitting tomorrow night.”

Alistair clenches his jaw, but behind his head, Zedd’s trying to hide his confusion, especially from Stas, who’s trying to communicate with him telepathically.

“And speaking of the party, Hale’s been great, arranging everything in less than forty-eight hours.”

“Because that’s his turf.” Alistair’s eyes fly to Gant. “I hope you recognize that, Gant.”

“Speaking of his turf, is Eloisa still working for him at the club?” Zedd asks, and Stassi looks at him in warning.

“Is that where I finally have to meet her?” Bart asks, seemingly relaxed at the revelation. “I thought she’d be here by now.”

“She works atthatclub?” Delphine asks. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” Stassi asks, her brows wrinkling.

“That she loves fast money, and she loves getting it from men.”

Gant’s gaze darkens as my heart accelerates. “What are you talking about?”

“Gant,” Delphine says, her voice softening. “Look, I wasn’t going to bring this up, especially not today, but if I don’t speak up, I’ll be doing Marisol a disservice.”

“Like you did in the past?” he asks.

“Exactly. I didn’t say anything then, but I think I should now.” She looks around at everyone. “Elle extorted Silas, my husband, for money.”

Gasp echo around the pitch, but Aria shakes her head. “I don’t believe—”

“I have the bank transfer to prove it. Our accountant pointed it out to me,” she snorts. “It really was a blow because I’d just given her money myself for her silence.”

“Her silence for what?” Gant asks, and I feel the intensity of his gaze from here.

“She tried to seduce then blackmail him.”

My gasp is covered by Stassi and Aria’s.

That’s not true!I shake my head as if anyone can see me defending myself.You know it isn’t, Gant! You know that… Right? You trust me, right?

The folder digs into my hip.

Why should he? You’re about to betray him.

“I didn’t want you to find out, Gant. So I offered her more to go away. I thought she had until Bart mentioned meeting her. She’s no good for you. A whore who even came on to my Sylo.”

“Lies,” Aria hisses, but it’s Zedd who intervenes.

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