Damon watched her.
He watched how her eyes followed every single movement the dancer made. He watched how her pink lips parted slightly in awe. He watched how she occasionally bit her lower lip when the dancer flexed his chest.
Damon felt a sudden, sharp feeling rise deep inside his own chest. It was a very strange, uncomfortable heat. It was a feeling he had never, ever experienced in his entire life. He did not know the name for it, but it made his jaw clench tightly. He did not like the way she was looking at another man.
"My lord," Camilla whispered softly.
She reached out her hand again. She tugged his sleeve gently.
But she did not turn her head. She did not look at Damon at all. Her eyes remained completely glued to the handsome dancer spinning in the room.
