Angela’s POV
Gregory was seething beside me. I could practically see little puffs of smoke escaping out of his ears. Sometimes he was like a cartoon character. I would’ve laughed. Except the seriousness of the situation deserved my full sobriety.
“What kind of game is Alpha Jake trying to play?” Gregory shot to his feet. Only to be held back by my firm grip on his arm. I had a feeling that if I didn’t hold him back, he would’ve stormed across the room by now.
“Bringing Adrienne as his +1 was one thing. Handing her his bidding paddle was another. Even indulging her in a bidding war against you for that tanzanite, I could’ve pretended he was ignorant of its history. But this? It’s a whole other level I don’t even want to get into.”
His chest heaved up and down with unsuppressed rage.
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