Dorian clicked his tongue, feigning disappointment. "Don't make me do this, Ava. Just confess." His voice was smooth, persuasive, almost friendly.
Ava's lip curled in disgust. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
She spat at his feet.
Dorian sighed dramatically and wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. "And here I thought we had something special."
He picked up a knife, twirling it between his fingers, watching her closely. "It's simple, Ava. You staged the shooting at the Induction Ceremony so you could save the Alpha, and make him so indebted to you that he'd have no choice but to make you his Luna." He stepped closer, pressing the tip of the blade under her chin, tilting her head upward. "Admit it."
Ava stared him down, her breath steady. Where was Lucas? Where the hell was he? If he really believed she had betrayed him, he should be in here confronting her with it.
