Maybe she does.
But every time she smiles at one of the men in the room, a sharp thought cuts through my mind.
Did she smile like that at Mike?
Did he look at her the way he sometimes looks at me now?
The questions make my grip tighten on the railing.
This is ridiculous.
I don’t want him.
I’ve never wanted him.
So why does the sight of her here make me feel like I want to bash her head against something?
“You look murderous.”
Raelyn’s voice slides in beside me.
I feel her step up next to me, but I don’t turn to look at her.
Because right at that moment, Anya starts walking straight toward my husband.
My fingers tighten around the railing.
Mike is standing with his brothers—Konstantin, Sebastian, and Dimitri—deep in conversation. The four of them form a quiet, intimidating circle of dark suits and controlled power.
And Anya walks straight into it like she belongs there.
Raelyn follows my gaze.
“Oh,” she murmurs beside me. “That explains the murderous part.”
Anya greets the men easily, smiling like she’s known them all her life.
Which, knowing this world, she probably has.
Konstantin nods politely. Sebastian says something that makes her laugh. Dimitri gives her a brief greeting.
Then she turns to Mike.
My stomach twists.
She reaches out and touches his arm.
Not casually.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
My jaw tightens.
Then she leans in close—close enough that her lips brush near his ear as if she’s whispering something meant only for him.
Something intimate.
