Sallie's POV
Draven stared at the screen like he'd been slapped, his face cycling through disbelief and something close to panic.
I could practically hear the war raging in his head—the voice screaming that his precious Jill was a fraud battling against years of blind devotion.
His hands shook as he gripped the desk. "It's you," he finally choked out, eyes wild with desperate hope. "You set Jill up."
I almost laughed. Of course. Draven could watch his fiancée flirt with another man right in front of him, and somehow I'd still be the villain.
We'd grown up together, Draven and I. I'd loved him through his cold silences and rare moments of kindness. Watching him fall apart over another woman should've destroyed me.
Instead, I felt nothing but cold amusement. "How exactly did I set her up?" I kept my voice light, almost conversational. "Did I force those words out of her mouth? Make her bat her eyelashes at Rowan?"
Draven's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.
