Eve
I shot Eve a fevered stare, knowing she had seen me. Then she turned and kissed Shahar.
My mouth curled in disgust, and I swore under my breath. Seeing them together twisted something dark inside me, something no one could reach through.
I wasn’t even mad at her. I was mad at myself.
How stupid could I be? I let a woman get into my head, mess with my thoughts, pull me in with her lips—only to watch her turn around and drape herself all over my beta and best friend.
Forcing myself to look away wasn’t working. My eyes kept betraying me, flicking back to the sight of her in his arms.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Maybe to her, this was just a game. But I refused to play. I wouldn’t be one of those fools groveling at a woman’s feet. I had more important things to deal with—wars, politics, the healing center, and a damn curse that had been eating at my existence since the day I was born.
There was no room in my life for petty distractions.
Shahar, on the other hand, looked like
