Windsor and Zack are still close by which is a good thing, too, because I almost lose my shit when I see Lizzie climbing into the hot tub in a tiny bikini and scooting up close to Tristan. “What is she doing?” I whisper as Windsor comes up to stand on my right side. “She’s fighting, love,” he tells me, giving me a look. “She wants him—almost desperately so.”
I get it. Even if I sort of hate her, I DO get it.
