JESSICA POV
The slam of the front door still seemed to echo through the house, a punctuation mark to Sebastian’s furious exit. A slow, satisfied warmth spread through my chest. I did that. I got to him. The power was a heady, intoxicating drug. I took a slow sip of wine, the taste bitter and sweet on my tongue, just like my victory.
Julian cleared his throat, the sound awkward in the heavy silence. “Well. That was…”
“f*****g spectacular,” Dominic finished, raising his glass to me in a silent, mocking toast. His eyes gleamed with approval.
I gave him a small, conspiratorial smile. He gets it. He enjoys the chaos.
A movement from the corner caught my eye. Cassian. He had unclenched his fists, but his posture was rigid, his sharp blue eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin
