Genevieve's POV
The dance began without ceremony. Kaelen's palm settled against the woman's waist while her fingers found their place on his shoulder. Together they swayed to a melody that I couldn't distinguish above the thunderous beating of my own heart.
Envy struck like lightning.
It hit swift and merciless. Coiled around my windpipe and constricted. I observed how he gazed at the Omega. How his frame bent toward her as though she possessed some magnetic force he couldn't resist. This wasn't the expression of a man trapped in an unwanted connection. This was different. Something that carved a deeper ache in my chest than mere sympathy ever could.
"Observe them closely."
I nearly startled out of my skin. Benedict had manifested beside me as if summoned from shadows. I hadn't detected his footsteps. Hadn't felt his approach whatsoever.
"Does their display not revolt you?" His tone remained casual. Cordial. As though we were commenting on tonight's refreshments.
