“Your name is Sten?” Serena asked.
I inclined my head slightly.
No hand offered.
That platonic touch, which was so common amongst normals, was not welcome here.
I would not even try it.
I mean, I wasn’t suicidal.
My eyes flicked—instinctively—back to where the Witch had stood.
Gone.
Of course.
“Damn,” I muttered.
“What are you doing in the corner?” Draugr asked.
“Nothing,” I snapped.
Too fast.
Too sharp.
I didn’t need him noticing.
Didn’t need anyone noticing.
Because Amrin Cordoza was invisible.
More invisible than I was.
And I intended to keep it that way.
“Okayyy—well, I guess we’ll be seeing you,” he said, guiding his mate away.
My gaze followed them—along with that little metaphorical green-eyed monster on my shoulder—but fuck that.
I wasn’t the kind of Monster to envy another.
Still, I watched the ease of it.
Their connection.
The way she looked at him.
Like he was something more than what he was.
Something worth trusting.
Something worth choosing.
A cold sensation twisted low in my gut.
Sharp.
