Elowen's POV
Before I could even open my mouth to turn Rhysand down, Jasmine’s sugary voice cut through the heavy quiet from behind us.
"I’ll accompany you, Elowen! It’s really inconvenient to handle registration and paperwork by yourself when your hand is burned."
I glanced over at her, momentarily stunned that she would suddenly display such sweet concern. But the moment I caught her glance sliding repeatedly toward Rhysand—her swollen eyes wide with suppressed ambition—I instantly understood.
So, she has her sights set on Rhysand now?
To completely ignore how we had just slapped each other days ago and act like a thoughtful colleague just to catch a powerful man’s attention was genuinely impressive. She was certainly flexible when it suited her.
"No, thank you. I can handle it mys
