"You were aware, weren't you?" Even though my voice wavered, I remained firm and glared at Rogan from the other side of the room.
He didn't recoil. Rather, his face became icy, a mask appearing that just made me more enraged. "Ava, what are you talking about?"
I yelled, "Don't," the phrase cutting like a razor through the tension. "Don't act as though you have no idea what I'm asking. Aria. Aria and you. You've been keeping something from me all this time, something you haven't told me about.
In a gesture of dissatisfaction I had seen a hundred times before, Rogan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "This conversation is not appropriate at this time."
"No." I stepped forward, clenching my fists. "I didn't find out from her for a long time."
His eyes suddenly met mine, a glimmer of
