“You’re trying to destroy my career because you’re jealous!”

I did not answer.

I picked up my cracked tablet and pulled up Bianca’s live feed, and turned it toward him.

She had posted a new video minutes earlier: Spencer, fast asleep in her bed, filmed with tender proprietary triumph.

He went white.

“Cordelia — I didn’t know she posted that.” He looked around at the wreckage he had just made of the room.

“I’m sorry.