Alesia's POV.
I stared at him, completely speechless. I trusted Antonio, he couldn't do that to me. Yes, he may have avoided me a little when I danced, but he was only human. Jealousy came naturally to a man like him. And I was doing this—for us.
I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him, my husband wasn't like him but he beat me to it,
"Dance for me."
He said it like he'd just asked for more wine, casual, absolute, as if he hadn't detonated my entire world thirty seconds ago.
"What?"
He was already moving. One large hand closed around my wrist and pulled me up from the chair, the crimson silk swishing around my thighs. I stumbled after him through the open doors, past the flickering candles, into the bedroom that suddenly felt too small.
