The betrayal didn't happen in a dark alley; it happened in a suite.

We often find betrayers more compelling than the betrayed. This stems from a morbid curiosity about the limits of morality and the thrill of watching someone break the social contract.

The live chat feed on the walls turned into a waterfall of red "Unsubscribe" icons. The studio went silent. Jaxen spun around, his face pale under the makeup.