(These events happened several hours earlier)Early evening had settled over the mansion, but Jack barely noticed the change in the light.He sat alone in his room, staring at the floor with his elbows resting against his knees. The sounds of the mansion continued beyond his door, servants moving through the corridors, guards exchanging orders, doors opening and closing, but none of it could pull him from his thoughts.His mind kept returning to Mira, the hurt on her face when she had questioned him, the hesitation in her voice, the way she had looked at him as though she wanted to believe him but couldn't completely silence her doubts.Jack rubbed his face."Why does that bother me so much?" He wondered.He already knew the answer because he cared about what Mira thought of him and that made everything worse.She had every reason to be suspicious. Jack knew that better than anyone.He had been Desmond's Beta, he had served him, he had been part of his plans. Even if he no longer want
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