Adam stood rigid, jaw taut, balled fists by his sides, his eyes unreadable as they stared at his brother. His expression was a storm barely contained, almost thunderous—he was trying, and failing, to look calm, unbothered, civil. I thought it was funny, then strange. Why would he look like that? It's not like Noah and I were copulating on the dance floor; we were just dancing.My eyes found the woman he had been dancing with; she was frowning in confusion, and for a second I thought, playfully, that she might have had a crush on him. Meanwhile, the crowd was beginning to notice the standoff, their feet shifting uneasily, probably because it was bad luck for public disagreements to erupt during the auspicious feast meant to celebrate the goddess. I noticed too that the music faltered, the musicians hesitant, seeing as Noah and I had stopped dancing with Adam's intrusion.Even the Lycan King was watching, saying nothing, revealing nothing. He really must want me for Adam, I mused, unm
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