Allen watched them walk away, angry, seething even, with his teeth grounding against themselves.
He couldn’t believe what he had just seen and heard, what had just happened. Was this possible, or was that some kind of trick?
He really wanted to know.
Folding his hands into fists, he watched until they were out of his sight.
He could still feel the weight of Lennox Moreland’s smirk like a brand against his skin. Could still hear his voice, smug and sure, ringing in his ears.
“She was never yours to keep.”
That shouldn’t have bothered him, no, it shouldn’t have, but here he was.
Zara had been his, once. And when he ended things, he expected her to do what she always did… keep her head down, accept it, fade into the background like she had never been there at all.
Because Zara Bl
