(Dorian’s POV)
Jasper's already walking toward his car, but Virginia lingers, checking her phone with shaking fingers. The same fingers that dialed a number twenty minutes ago while wearing that satisfied smile.
I move fast, cutting across the parking lot before they can leave.
"Jasper." My voice carries across the empty space. "I need a word."
He stops, turning around with that same exhausted look he's been wearing all night. "Dorian, it's been a long evening—"
"This won't take long." I glance at Virginia, who's moved closer to Jasper's side like a snake, no doubt, wanting to be a part of this conversation. "Alone."
Virginia's perfect smile freezes. "I'm sorry, but if this concerns Jasper, surely I can—"
"Are you Mrs. Blake?" I cut her off, my voice sharp enough to slice glass.
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