Elena’s POV
He stalked toward me with anger written all over his face.
“You don’t get to make this about Rose. You lied too.”
His voice was low, almost calm.
I crossed my arms, water sliding down my skin, leaving a trail on my blouse. “It is about her. I’m not a fool, Dax. She’s your fiancée. And I’m not about to play second place in anyone’s story.”
He stepped closer. My pulse tripped over itself.
“You don’t understand.”
“Then make me,” I shot back, sharper than I meant to.
He stopped in front of me, rain still clinging to his hair, darkening his shirt at the collar. His hands flexed at his sides, like he didn’t know whether to grab me or let me walk.
“The engagement is an arrangement,” he said finally, each word deliberate. “Between my family and hers. That’s
