Elizabeth
This couldn't be happening. But it was across the distance between us, his coffee-brown eyes seemed to sear me. He looked as surprised as I did.
Winston's light touch on my wrist brought me back to myself.
I met his worried blue gaze.
"Elle, what's the problem–"
My eyes went to Jameson again involuntarily but this time, Winston followed my gaze going to Jameson and his entire body went rigid and tense as he saw him.
"I'll go get rid of him."
Oh no.
That would not end well. I could see Jameson taking advantage of Winston's anger to push for his agenda in starting the war. All Winston's efforts would be in vain and it would be my fault.
I caught his arm pulling him back to me.
"No, please wait."
Winston paused but his gaze was still focused on Jameson. I moved in
