Chapter One Hundred
Malachi's POV
"I'm not jealous," Alicia said through gritted teeth. "Let me go."
I almost smiled. The lie was so obvious. So transparent. I could see the jealousy burning in her eyes, in the way her body was rigid against the wall, in the way she couldn't quite meet my gaze directly.
"Yes, you are." I kept my voice low. Controlled. Even though something dark and possessive was roaring inside me. "I can see it in your eyes. In the way you wouldn't look at me during dinner. In the way your hands shook when Cecilia touched me."
I'd watched her all through dinner. Watched every micro-expression. Every tell. The way she'd gripped her fork too tightly. The way she'd stopped eating. The way she'd gone completely still when Cecilia had touched my arm.
My little bird was furious. And trying desperately to hide it.
"You're delusional," she said.
