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“Cassia,” I begin, but before I can finish, there’s another man at her side. He holds himself like he’s confident in approachingmywoman. He’s taller than her, though not as tall as me, with brown hair, an easy smile, and the cheap clothing of a human.
“Did you miss me?” he asks her with a smile, and her gaze moves to him.
Miss me? Him? Who is he?
“No, not really,” she tells him without missing a beat.
Some of the pain eases from my chest.
He holds out a hand to her. “Dance with me.”
“Why?” she asks, lifting a brow.
He leans in closer. Too close to my Cassia. “Please. For old time’s sake.”
She doesn’t look happy, but she takes his hand.
I’m reaching after them, but they’re already on the dance floor. My chest feels tight. She’s my mate. The woman I’ll marry. The woman I’ll have children with. Why is she dancing with another man?
My hands curl into fists. His hand is in hers. His other is at her waist. I can practically feel the heat of his hand on her skin branding my own.
I’m going to cut off that fucking hand.
My skin is tight. My chest is too. He spins her around. She doesn’t smile, but she stays in his arms. They’re talking. I teleport closer, suddenly dancing with some random, faceless woman, leaning in, trying desperately to hear their conversation.
“I’ve missed you,” he says, and the tone of his words is low and intimate.
Are they lovers?That burning feeling inside of me deepens.
“Missed me? You didn’t miss me when I caught you in bed with Bera,” Cassia says, all sass and no bullshit.
He sighs. “What did you expect me to do? You were always working. And when you weren’t working, you were taking care of your family. That’s not exactly sexy. Bera was around. You weren’t. You can hardly blame a man.”
I want to break him into pieces. OfcourseI can blame him.
My dance partner is gone. I’m there beside them. He casts an arrogant look in my direction, then another one, this time he must see something in my expression because his eyes widen and he looks fearful.Good. He’s right to fear me.
“You were her lover?” I ask.
Cassia looks in my direction, shocked. “Prince Cobar, this doesn’t concern you.”
“If it concerns you, it concerns me.” Then, I turn my focus to him again. “Were you her lover?”
He looks panicked, but nods.
Rage builds inside of me. “And you betrayed her?”
“Prince Cobar–”
I lift a hand to silence Cassia.
The man nods again. “But she was busy, so–”
I punch him. Square in the nose. So hard he shoots back and hits the ground.
The dance music stops. The room grows silent, but I’m not done. I wait for him to rise to his feet, and I punch him again. This time when I spring forward to land another punch, Cassia is there between us preventing me from reaching my target.
“Enough,” she says. “He didn’t do anything. Not really.”
