Marcella POV
“Julian actually marked that b***h!”
My teeth click together so hard the bone aches.
My hands curl into fists. Nails dig into my palms until the skin splits.
Penelope stands under the bright lights of the Gala Hall. The faint, silver glow of my brother’s accidental mark shimmers on her throat. It is fresh. It is a temporary claim, but it burns right through my eyes and straight into my brain.
How dare she.
This cast-out, lowly woman. This peasant.
She seduced him again. I know she did.
Look at that fire in her eyes. That is not rage. That is the guilt of a thief who just got caught. She wants him back. She wants my brother to crawl back to her feet.
Over my dead body.
The jealousy inside me is a thick, black poison. It fills my throat.
I hate her fake composure. I h
