Jefferson's POV
Dealing with the aftermath of Elisabeth's dramatic exit at Javier's charity ball should have infuriated me. Any other time, watching someone disrupt a high-profile event under my watch would have sent me into a cold rage. But as I handled the endless phone calls and smoothed over ruffled feathers among New York's elite, I felt something entirely different.
Satisfaction. Pure, undeniable satisfaction.
It made no sense. Elisabeth was supposed to become my Luna, which meant she should understand the importance of maintaining composure in public. She should have known better than to let her emotions explode like that in front of half the city's power players. Yet every time I replayed that night in my mind, that same warm feeling spread through my chest.
