CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Hermosa POV

There was no way my mate could be involved in whatever Eleanor was trying to imply. He had saved me from the Alpha King, and here she was, trying hard to paint him black in front of me.

“Mind your own business,” I answered, shame burning through my lips from the words themselves. It was an embarrassment not to know who had marked you.

Her voice cracked for the first time that day. “I always wondered why he liked you.” The dagger slipped to and fro from her fingers, absentmindedly.

The room’s atmosphere was dead and silent, the scent of danger lurking in every corner. Her heels clicked on the floor, echoing seeds of desperation and longing from a witch who had lost control.

I had never seen her like this.

Her eyes usually burned with greed and hate whenever my legs were hooked at the pole—like a hunter waiting for its prey. But that opportunity never came knocking.

Cammy and I were good dancers at the club. She never found a single fault to give us away.

I watched her slow