Dimitri's POV
Jealousy burned inside me, sharp and persistent. Why did envy have such a hold on me? I tried to calm my breathing, but the image of Lyra dancing with Kale refused to leave my mind.
Why would she pick him? I paced the length of my chambers, each step heavy with irritation. My attendants hurried about, adding the final touches to my evening attire.
Earlier, I had watched her from my window as she prepared for her dance performance. At times, she seemed reluctant, as if she didn’t truly want to do it—until the reminder of what was at stake seemed to push her on.
Well, she might as well get used to it. Better that than for me to waste my thoughts on some foolish girl.
Tonight was the dance ball competition, meant to display the ladies’ poise and refinement, but all I could
