“I did.”
“And?”
“He seems like the type who watches more than he speaks.”
Her smile was tight. “He is.”
“Then we’ll get along just fine.”
I could feel Philip’s eyes still on me as Loma tugged me deeper into the party. Into the nest. Into the trap they were certain I hadn’t seen coming.
But I wasn’t the one in danger.
They were.
And tonight, I’d start figuring out how to unravel every last one of them. She dropped my arm again and moved toward the crowd. I didn’t follow. I was thankful to have her away from me. My gaze scanned around, hoping to see Elowyn.
I turned at the sound of Loma's sudden loud laughter to see that she and her two friends were standing with a group of men.
She seemed to enjoy the attention, no matter who it was from. She looked over at me and waved, her cheeks flushed from drinking and dancing. Once she looked away, I snuck out onto the balcony which gave me a beautiful view of the city of Falgon. The breeze was refreshing as I finished the rest of my drink, praying to the heavens to let me go home already.
I straightened up as I sensed someone approaching, immediately identifying him through the pure malice that he was directing toward me. “You must be Philip,” I said as her brother snuck up behind me.
“Lord Philip.” His arrogance pissed me off. “You must be Abram.”
“God of Fates, Abram.” I smiled.
His eyes narrowed on me as he stepped toward the balcony railing and sipped on his drink. He looked over the city, but I didn’t take my eyes off of him. What did he want?
“You don’t remember me,” he said with a smile.
My brows pinched together as I looked over him. We had met? He shifted his appearance slightly and the subtle features mirrored my own. Did he make himself look like me to appeal to Elowyn? Disgust coiled in my stomach.
“You brought your lovely wife to Falgon not long ago and saw me admiring her.”
The memory came back like an arrow. He had been the man on the street. I nodded and chuckled. I knew I felt something evil lurking from him that night.
“I didn’t appreciate you looking at my wife like she’d be interested.” I didn’t look away from him.
He smiled—cold and calculated.
“Ex-wife, I hear, and she is interested.”
“Wife, and I assure you, she doesn’t want you.”
“Interesting, that isn’t what she said when she was flirting with me yesterday.”
I instantly stilled at this news. Philip’s eye were emotionless pits of evil as he watched me.
“Fate gave me such a pretty plaything for a mate.” He smiled.
Rage boiled in my veins at his disrespect for her.
“She isn’t yours.”
“Oh, yes, she is and she was practically eating out of my hand yesterday. You really fucked her up, so much that she’ll probably crawl under me to forget all about you.”
He wanted a reaction out of me, but I didn’t give him one.
