AMARIS' POV
A tight knot coiled in my chest as my gaze darted between Theron and Zinnia. She bit her lower lip, feigning modesty while fluttering her lashes at him like she hadn’t rehearsed it a thousand times in a mirror. Theron’s expression turned to stone blank, unreadable as his eyes flicked toward his father, who, not surprisingly, acted like I didn’t even exist. Then he looked back at Zinnia.
“Well, as you can see,” he said, motioning toward me, “I’m with Ami now. And I’m not planning”
“It’s not marriage. Nothing permanent,” Jareth Lockhart cut in with a cold chuckle, stepping between us with his back turned squarely to me.
My blood roared like a wildfire beneath my skin. It took every shred of control I had not to react, not to tear this whole façade apart. Because if I did, it
