Avery
“Why are you here?” I asked Gwen, trying to ignore the upsetting images littering my cell.
“No clue,” she said, looking away.
I was about to call her out, but the door opened again, and Dorian strolled in.
“I’m so sorry, I just heard.” He shook his head, gesturing at the photos. “I understand Erik has made his choice.”
I chewed the side of my cheek, studying Dorian’s very believable expression of regret. Jeez, he was an excellent actor. He watched me back for a moment, his eyes narrowing.
“Well, well. You don’t look devastated, Dr. Jones. Either you care so little for your mate’s extracurricular activities, or you don’t believe your eyes?”
Indifference or stupidity, they looked to be my choices. Did these men take a course on gaslighting or was it naturally a skill set?
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