[Day 3, Dec. 22 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Dave Carter
The moment I saw Eliot’s hand slip around Octavia’s waist, I was done for.
My fists clenched at my sides, and a surge of heat pulsed through my veins as I watched the bastard touch her, a possessive move I wasn’t about to tolerate.
My body moved before my mind could catch up, fury clouding my judgment, making everything around me blur into insignificance. Nothing mattered anymore.
All I could see was him. My brother. Touching her.
The very sight of it set my blood on fire.
“Eliot,” I growled, my voice sharp, cutting through the noise like a blade.
Heads turned as I approached, the crowd parting instinctively at the venom in my tone. My footsteps were heavy and dangerous.
Eliot looked up, his smirk widening when he saw me. Th
