| Casmira's POV |
My blood is boiling.
It takes everything in me not to rip Jane apart as I take in the scene before me. Her body is angled toward Draven, her lips way too close to his ear, and her hand resting protectively over a file that looks important—too important.
And Draven?
He's standing too close to her. His expression is one of barely restrained fury, but I don't give a damn about his emotions right now. All I see is Jane in my fiancé's office, acting like she belongs here. Acting like she knows something I don't.
"Am I interrupting something?" My voice is calm—deceptively so. I step forward, letting the door swing shut behind me. I don't miss the way Jane stiffens or the way Draven's head snaps toward me, his entire body tensing.
"Casmira—" Draven starts, but I lift a han
