It goes dead for a full second of shock that turns to devastation that turns to… our old pal, smolderingrage.
Yanking away from Angel, I glare down at him while he covers his face with his hands.
“Angelito… is this true?” I’m dizzy.
He nods.
Sodizzy, I might collapse.
And now my scorching gaze is on Dascha Reznikov.
He looks miserable—not the way I’d expect someone to look if they were gloating, which clearly he isn’t.
I am furious,gutted, my mind running wild with questions, whipping up the craziest, most sordid assumptions, without having the facts.
Still, I know this wasn’t something Dascha did out of some rapacious desire for my Angel.
Seems more like anotherMy Officersituation.
So, against my every reflex, I fight past the blinding jealousy and take a breath.
“YourOfficer… I presume?” I growl at Dascha through clenched teeth.
He blinks wide hazel eyes at me, nodding fast.
I peer at Angel once more. “And what’s your excuse?”
Apprehensively, he peeks through his fingers and mumbles, “My bad?”
Jonathan cackles out loud, joined by Joy, and Rook, and Ren… Most of them are laughing at my expense again. Even Lemuel is giggling as if he’slovingthis.
Angel purses his lips to expel the smirk while I shake my head.
“Oh my God, IloveAngelito!” Ren preens.
“Hang on, so are you really saying you hooked up with every single one of your friends??” Kemper groans, blinking at his pink-haired playboy of a partner, rubbing his eyes.
“Baby, I thought it wasyou,” Dascha whines, hugging onto his waist.
“I love that excuse,” Ren chuckles.
“Yea, at least whenhesays it, it’s true,” Luthor grumbles.
“The unintentional proxy.” I nod. “That’s a tricky one. But still, rather effective in the art ofdistraction.”
“Um… you didn’t hook up with me,” Felix Darcey finally joins the chat.
He’s pouting, the poor thing.It’s as adorable as it is sad.
“Aw, man… I’m sorry, love,” Dash finally breaks a chuckle, pouting over it while he hugs Felix. “We were only in the same room once in the Pen. I promise that’s why. Otherwise, I would’ve been all over you.”
“Dascha,” Kemper snaps, and he flinches.
“Sorry. Unintentional proxy, babe.” He bats his lashes at Kellan’s face.
“I knew I should’ve trademarked that shit,” Ren mutters.
“Youdidn’tinvent it,” I grumble at him again.
