Chapter 09-Adrian
The moment Paul demanded his wife back, I felt Evelyn’s breath catch in my arms. The ballroom seemed to hold its breath too. The music kept playing, but softer somehow, like even the violinists had leaned in to listen.
Evelyn stiffened against me, her back a little straighter, but I didn’t let go. My grip only tightened, as though I wanted him to see how easily she fit there.
I turned, slow, deliberate, until my eyes locked on his. Paul. Jaw hard, fists clenched, standing at the edge of the dance floor like a man seconds away from breaking. His glare alone could have cut through glass, but I welcomed it.
I smiled. Not warm, not polite. The kind of smile that twisted knives.
“Your wife?” I tilted my head, feeling Evelyn’s pulse quicken under my hand. “Funny… she doesn
