My chest tightened, seeing her perched on another man’s lap. She wasn’t here for Lysander, yet her eyes betrayed a lingering attachment. Lysander noticed my gaze and muttered under his breath. “She didn’t come because of me.”

“She definitely did,” I replied, unable to shake the suspicion.

“Look, I can’t just throw her out,” he said, voice low. “She’s here a lot, and I haven’t run into her since… that night. I usually keep to the back.”

I forced ...