I watched from the balcony as Paxton let go of her wrist and stepped back. Carlota didn’t flinch, even when he looked like he was going to force her to go with him. She wasn't running away from him either. And yet, my chest twisted, knotted with something sharp and bitter. 

I didn't want it to be what I was thinking but it definitely was it. I felt jealous so much that I hated it. I told myself it was strategy. I told myself it was about keeping her close, keeping her safe. But the lie ...