“I have to deal with him.”
The words barely left Alexander’s lips, muttered low enough that they brushed only his own hearing.
But they stayed.
They settled.
Because he meant them.
Every step he took on the dance floor felt heavier than it should.
Measured.
Controlled.
But beneath that control, something sharp kept pressing through.
Something that didn’t sit well in his chest.
Something that refused to be ignored.
The music flowed around them, soft, elegant, almost soothing, but Alexander didn’t feel it.
Not anymore.
Not since his eyes had locked onto her.
Amelia.
And the man beside her.
With each turn, each slow movement, his gaze kept returning there.
Like a compass refusing to point anywhere else.
And then.
He noticed it.
A detail so small, yet impossible to ignore o
