MINUTES LATER AT THE CLUB PARTY
My chest tightened, seeing her perched on another man’s lap. She wasn’t here for Lysander, yet her eyes betrayed a lingering attachment. Lysander noticed my gaze and muttered under his breath. “She didn’t come because of me.”
“She definitely did,” I replied, unable to shake the suspicion.
“Look, I can’t just throw her out,” he said, voice low. “She’s here a lot, and I haven’t run into her since… that night. I usually keep to the back.”
I forced a nod, the ache in my chest hardening into something sharper. Lysander cupped my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze. “It’s just you, Kylie,” he murmured. He glanced at his watch, then took a step back. “I really have to go now. I’ll be back as soon as possible.” With that, he moved through the crowd, which pa
