Brittany didn’t rush to answer my question. She just stared at me, her face blank.

Our eyes locked. In Brittany’s gaze, I saw nothing but blades.

She spoke slowly, each word deliberate. “Compared to how Maverick and I got together… don’t you want to know more why I used him?”

I held her stare and replied evenly, “I do. But shouldn’t I let you finish bragging about your ‘wins’ first before you start telling me why?”

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