Elysandre’s POV
I look at Charlie suspiciously, my eyes narrowing without me even realizing it. What the hell is wrong with him? He is standing there like nothing in the world is wrong. As if he does not have enemies who want to try to kill him again. As if men are not wandering around this cabin like we are prey. I am unsure about everything because I do not know what Charlie wants for me. I do not know what Charlie believes. I do not know if Charlie believes that I love him or not because I don't know what I feel. Of course, I know I feel a lot about him, and of course, I know I don't have to feel this much about him because I don't want him to know that I feel what he feels. Or what he thinks he feels. I don't know why he is jealous of Luca, but I do believe that he is jealous of Luca
