Cavin's POV
I paced my room, my fists clenched at my sides. David's words still echoed in my mind, reverberating with an intensity that made it hard to focus. Nikolai? The audacity of it—David dared to propose Eliza's hand to Nikolai, right in front of me. I could barely contain the fury boiling inside me. How could David even consider such a thing?
I could barely contain the fury boiling inside me. How could David even consider such a thing?
I gritted my teeth, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was tousled from all the pacing, and my shirt creased from the tension I couldn't shake. I had to meet Natalie's father soon, but it felt wrong—everything felt wrong.
My mind was miles away, stuck on Eliza, her wide eyes, the way she looked at me when I left her with Da
