Orpheus POV.
Infuriated, I wanted to punch something, or, more importantly, someone. How could he think to take Micaela out without my consent?
How could he buy her fancy foods and clothes when he knew very well who she belonged to?
My fists were clenched, and my eyes were blazing. She had his scent all over her, and I wanted to tear off the repulsive jacket she was wearing when I saw them enter together.
It was a good thing he left when he did. I knew for a fact that he was playing with me, trying to rile me up. That was the kind of person Elijah was, also good at pranking and playing silly games.
When she stepped out of the car, I could still picture the smile on her face and the look in her eyes, and all I wanted to do was punish her for being so amiable with him.
"Why do you see
