Grayson
"And how would you know this particular card is new?" I asked, watching Gabrielle in a way I had never thought to before. The way I'd watch an enemy. One that had already stabbed me in the back countless times.
Rodger had suggested that I confront her, but I hadn't been sure I could handle one more lie from her. I was barely handling the memory of our friendship over the years.
She'd been gentle. Understanding. Ever there when I needed her. Most times it never made any sense how she'd managed to be, but I'd been too in need to question anything. Too weak to see through her. Easily manipulated.
I wasn't weak now.
And this...
Speaking her language of manipulation, had been the perfect play.
"How would I—" Gabrielle halted, gaze dropping to the card she still held out, then fly
