Two nights later after the fire she ignited in my core, the universe conspired to put me and Edric in the same room: the Metropolitan Gala.
I had Kristine on my arm, draped in a gown of liquid silver that made her look like an ethereal beauty.
We were skimming through but then, we ran into him.
Edric was standing by the bar, a drink in his hand and a hollow, bitter fire in his eyes. Amie stood beside him.
"Look at this," Edric slurred, loud enough for the nearby socialites to turn, including us.
"The Happy Couple. Or should I say, the Buyer and the Merchandise?" He mocked, slamming the glass down, glaring at us.
I stepped forward, but Kristine’s hand on my forearm was a silent warning to not create a scene here.
But, I could see the anguish, the pain in her eyes, she had more emot
