Familiar Hunger

HAZEL

The room is spinning, but it's not from the hangover anymore. It's from him. Cade. He's standing at the end of the table in that immaculate black three-piece suit, looking at me like I've just risen from the dead.

My fingers tremble as I bend down to pick up the folder I dropped. I straighten slowly, arranging my expression the way I've trained myself to do in boardrooms for the last t