This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t the Eros that I knew. He wouldn’t cheat on me, and if he had to do it, he would’ve told me because he knew how much I hurt after Trevon. Eros loved me and cared about me and yet there he was walking down the hall with proof on his body that he really had s*x with those two succubi.
My chin quivered, and I stormed into Javier’s room.
Fuck him. What was this all for now? To make Eros king and throw me to the side like I was nothing to him? Even if there was a sliver of a chance that he would have to do this to seize the throne, I would’ve liked a warning. Something. Anything.
The door shut behind me. “You’re not jealous, are you?” Javier asked.
I pushed back my tears. “No,” I said quietly, staring at the chains hanging from the ceiling next to the king-
