Chapter 6

I caught Theodora watching me from across the garden, her gaze sharp as a blade as Dylan laughed at something I'd said. The late afternoon sun caught in his hair, turning it to gold, and for a brief moment, I forgot about the weight pressing down on my chest—until I saw her whispering to Ethan, her perfectly manicured fingers resting possessively on his arm.

Ethan's eyes darted to us, his expression darkening as Dylan playfully tucked a flower behind my ear. Even from this distance, I could see the muscle in his jaw tighten.

"Your admirer doesn't look pleased," Dylan…