Chapter 115

MAYA'S POV I've never had this strong urge to commit murder in broad daylight before. But looking at Elora dancing with my mate right now, the thought doesn’t seem so insane. The way she's looking at him, the way her hand rests too comfortably on his shoulder, I swear, if looks could kill, she'd have dropped dead on the spot. How can she be so shameless? Acting like she owns the room. Acting like he’s hers. When the music ended, Lucian made his way back to me—he looked tall, composed, and unreadable as usual. I forced a smile while looking at him despite myself. “What are you talking to her about?” I asked, keeping my tone light, even though jealousy was burning through my skin. “I had to talk to her about Nora.” He replied flatly. Of course, it's always about Nora. He always comes up with some kind of excuse. I smiled again, pretending I wasn't bothered by the answer. Pretending that the conversation didn't last longer than it should have. Before I could say anything else, Liam and Br