No betrayal then. And yet she still felt misled by them both. There was a reason for their secrecy, she knew this, but since when did emotion yield to logic? She heard his profession of love, but for the first time, she questioned it.
"How long?" Her voice wavered a bit, and she pressed her lips together tightly and collected herself. "How long before that beach in Atlantis did you stop sharing his bed? Just so that I know how big of a fool I am." She thought back to the way Napoleon had acted in the days following. It hadn't been discomfort over the way Gaby and Illya's new relationship might affect the dynamic of the team, but rather the hurt of a jilted lover. She felt the blood rush to her face and her cheeks grow hot.