Chapter one hundred and eight.

Eva's POV.

I thought I had prepared myself.

I had given permission, after all. I’d told myself that it was just a dance. That it meant nothing. That I wasn’t going to be the jealous wife standing in the corner, fuming while her husband danced with another woman. No. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t going to let Nuela get under my skin.

But as I stood there, watching her lead him to the center of the floor, my stomach churned with a rage that I couldn’t even begin to explain.

The way she smiled at him, the way she placed her hand on his arm as if she owned him, God, I could feel the heat in my chest rise. Her fingers brushed against his skin, and I nearly choked on the knot forming in my throat. And that smile, so smug, so full of knowing.

I had allowed it.

No, I let it happen. But I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that I had been played, that I was just a pawn in some ridiculous game. She was using me.

Her eyes flicked over her shoulder at me as they reached the dance floor, that same victori