Evelyn's POV
“No,” he said sharply. “You’re not.”
I paused, finally looking at him. “And why not?”
“Because I said so.”
The audacity of it made something in me tighten.
“He’s the main sponsor tonight. Everyone’s spoken to him.”
“Everyone can,” Sebastian snapped, his grip tightening further, “but you can’t.”
I frowned, irritation rising now, no longer subtle. “Why not me?”
“Because he has bad intentions,” he said, the words coming faster now, edged with something far less controlled. “Did you forget what he did earlier? Splashing water all over us?”
I almost laughed.
Five minutes ago, he had been playing the devoted husband in front of his mistress; now he was trying to control where I walked and who I spoke to.
“You’re overthinking this,” I said, pulling my arm free.
“I said do
