Jealousy

The city bustled all around them, yet all Veil could think about was the man holding onto her hand so strongly that she couldn’t decipher the emotions behind his dark eyes. She hadn’t done anything wrong, at least none that she could remember.

And what was that bold declaration about touching what was his?

Anders let go of her hands the minute they reached the rooftop, and he sighed exasperatedly.

Running his hand through his hair, he stopped pacing and stood in front of her, towering above Veil.

“What the hell do you think you were doing?”

Veil’s heart thrashed against her chest as she tried to wrap her head around what was happening. It was just a dance, right? And she could dance with anyone she chose. It was a party, for God’s sake? So, why did it feel like she had committed a great offense?

“He asked me to dance, and I…”

“And you what?” He cut in, his face red with anger. “You allowed him to snake a hand around your waist like he owns you? Are you that cheap?”

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