Show them what real indifference looks like.
Sometimes that's exactly what makes them come crawling back... like that dog Xavier.
Though I couldn't say for sure if Sebastian played by those same rules.
I approached the waiting car and slid into the passenger seat. Beta Sawyer pulled away from the curb.
Checking the rearview mirror, he grimaced. "Holy s**t, is she... is she crying back there?"
His eyes cut sideways to me, sharp with accusation.
Like I'd personally reached into Amara's chest and wrung out her tear ducts.
I held up both hands, palms out. "Don't give me that look. I was practically serving as her human handkerchief in there."
His eyebrow arched. "Yeah? You sure you didn't bite her first?"
I huffed. "I swear on every therapy podcast I've ever listened to--I was a model
