"You're Elias's…"
The voice on the other end of the line cut off abruptly, as if someone had clamped a hand over the speaker's mouth. Muffled fragments still leaked through—"maybe we shouldn't ask," "probably not a good idea"—before the line went quiet.
Liora Voss's casually dismissive expression sharpened by degrees, a glint of genuine entertainment flickering through her peach-blossom eyes. She knew precisely what that interruption implied and exactly what the unfinished question would have been.
You're Elias's sugar mommy…?
Nine times out of ten.
Just from this single call it was obvious how much his roommates actually cared about him. Liora wasn't surprised in the slightest. If even Serena Blackwood's towering arrogance and Giselle Frost's glacial pride had tumbled headfirst into Elias Kane's web, manipulating three ordinary boys his own age would be effortless for him.
