The room fills faster than I expect.
Lucas stays close, but he's not the only one tonight.
Noah is already near the bar, nursing a drink and glaring at anyone who looks at me for longer than two seconds. Caleb drifts in and out, greeting people, smiling like he isn't calculating exits and threats at the same time.
My personal security detail. Unofficial, unpaid and very obvious.
Zane moves through the room like he owns it, which I guess he probably does. Just… existing in a way that demands attention. Every handshake is firm. Every smile is measured. He plays the role perfectly the devoted fiancée.
God, I hate him.
I hate how easy this is for him. How natural he looks standing here like he didn't blow my life apart a week agoz
He catches my eye from across the roo
I look away.
Petty?Yes.
Satisfying?Also yes.
I excuse myself a few minutes later. Smile, nod, slip out of a conversation I don't remember what they were sayinh. My head feels fine for once, but my mouth is dry.
