MIREYA POV
Jax's hand settled at my waist, firm… possessive.
Too familiar.
My breath hitched slightly as he pulled me closer, guiding me into the rhythm like he already owned every step I was about to take.
"You look tense," he murmured, his voice low, only for me.
"I wonder why," I muttered under my breath.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "Because you're dancing with your fiancé?"
I shot him a look. "Don't flatter yourself."
He chuckled softly, but his grip didn't loosen. If anything… it tightened just a little.
Across the floor, I caught a glimpse of Kael walking away, his back straight, his composure intact… but something about the stiffness in his shoulder I couldn't understand. He and Jax were friends, like he said, but to me...
Jax followed my gaze briefly.
"Careful," he said quietly. "You're staring."
"I'm not," I snapped.
"You are," he said calmly, his eyes returning to me. "And I don't like it."
My heart skipped.
I frowned. "Since when do you care?"
