Unseen (Will Trent / Atlanta Series)

Agent Trent?” There was a strange lilt to her voice. “Seeing that he was already lost in you. And you’re in love with him, too, right? I can see it in your face. You were always so good at being in love.”
    Sara shook her head. Now she could see where this was going. “It doesn’t make up for it.”
    “You’ve obviously moved on,” Lena told her. “Both of us have moved on.”
    “I didn’t have a choice, Lena. I had to move on because my husband was murdered.” Sara bit back the venom in her mouth. “I didn’t have a choice.”
    “No matter what you think, I’m not a bad person. I let myself believe that for a long time. I let you convince me I wasn’t good enough. Wasn’t worthy enough.”
    “Well, I’m so sorry,” Sara quipped. “Please tell me how I can make it up to you.”
    “You’re going to find out eventually that I’ve changed.”
    “You haven’t changed. Neither one of us would be here if you had.” Sara struggled to keep the bitterness out of her tone. “Everything is always a game to you. What we’re doing right now is a game. You never walk away. You never let anybody get the upper hand. You think you’re a good cop, but you don’t care about the job or anyone else who’s doing it. You just want to make sure that you win no matter what it costs.”
    Lena smirked. “Whatever you say, Doc.”
    “I’m not doing this.” Sara started to walk away.
    “I can’t believe I used to be jealous of you.”
    Sara turned, mouth open in disbelief.
    “Your family. Your life. Your marriage. Everybody in town respectedyou. Worshipped you.” Lena shrugged. “And then I realized one day that I didn’t want to be like you. Couldn’t be like you if I tried. No one can. You’re too perfect. Too demanding. Nobody can meet your high standards. Jeffrey couldn’t.” She shook her head, as if she genuinely felt sorry. “Will doesn’t stand a chance.”
    For a moment, Sara was too stunned to speak—not because of what Lena had said, but because she’d so masterfully turned the conversation.
    Sara said, “You want me to feel guilty for moving on with my life?”
    The smirk on Lena’s face said it all. She echoed Sara’s words from before. “Now you know how it feels.”
    Sara asked, “Are we going to do this now? Are we really going to do it?”
    “Aren’t you scared I’m going to win?”
    Sara crossed her arms, waiting.
    “All those years I wasted thinking you were better than me. Poor Sara, the tragic widow. And then I find out you jumped right back into the saddle with the first cop you could find.”
    Guilt flooded Sara’s senses. Lena had always been a shark who could smell even the tiniest drop of blood in the water. “That’s not how it happened.”
    “That’s exactly how it happened,” Lena shot back. “You’re just a fancy piece of trim. You know that?”
    Sara laughed, relieved that was the worst of it.
Trim
was slang for women who slept with cops. “And?”
    “You know what you loved about Jeffrey? That he took risks. That he went out there and beat down anybody who got in his way.”
    “Is that all you have?”
    Lena stepped closer. “You never would’ve given him the time of day if he was just some pussy who let everybody else fight his battles.”
    “You mean like you?”
    Lena pursed her lips, the only indication that she’d heard the words. “I saw the way you used to look at him—your hero. Your big, tough cop. I bet it’s the same way with Will. Funny how you just slotted in one cop for the other. Wonder how Jeffrey would’ve felt about that?”
    Sara shook her head, as if the blows weren’t landing. “Is this going somewhere?”
    “You wanted Jeffrey out there fighting the good fight. You loved it when he swung his dick around, kicked ass, and took names. Lemme tell you something, Sara, he took risks because you wanted him to. You got some kind of cheap thrill out of pushing him to the edge. I gave him a place to go, but you—
you
—were the one who rewarded him for it.”
    “Shut up,” Sara snapped. The cut was too deep. “Just shut up.”
    “Doesn’t feel so good, does it? Being blamed for something you couldn’t control.”
    “This conversation is over.” Sara tried to walk away, but Lena grabbed her arm. “Get your hand off me.”
    “I thought we were doing this.”
    Sara jerked her arm out of Lena’s grasp.
    Lena said, “You always think you’re so damn smart, but you can’t even see what’s right in front of