(Katelyn's POV)“Interesting,” Simon murmured, tapping his pen against the table. “So, just to be clear, you’re saying that every sign of affection, every ‘thank you’, every touch, everything he describes... it was all just part of your… performance?”I felt the words clawing their way up my throat, bitter and furious. “Yes, Simon. Every smile, every ‘thank you,’ every ‘gesture’ was nothing but a lie. I was playing a part. I was playing it for my survival. If you can’t understand that then it's clear to me that you've never been desperate enough," I spat, wondering how he had even managed to be included on this Council in the first place.His mouth twisted into a smirk. “Or maybe it’s just a convenient excuse.”Helen snapped, her voice sharper now. “Enough, Simon!” But I wasn't quite ready to let this go."Why are you here, Simon?! Whose agenda are you trying to force?! It's clear to me that you don't c—" but Roderick cut me off."I think that's enough from both of you. Simon, as we'v
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