Camilla looked straight ahead, her mind racing.
"Why did he pull me so close?" Camilla thought, her internal voice sounding slightly frustrated. "He whispered in my ear and called me fickle. He looked so angry when I looked at Allen. Is he really jealous? No, that is impossible. He is just a possessive brute who doesn't want other men looking at his property."
She tightened her grip on her skirts.
Damon walked with his eyes fixed on the dark hallway.
"She called Allen handsome," Damon's thoughts grumbled silently. His chest felt heavy and tight with the memory. "She looked at him with appreciation. Why does she always look at other men like that? She looked at the dancer the same way. She is my wife. She should only look at me and channel her compliments to me."
He felt a deep sense of irritation. He did not understand his own feelings. He had never felt this kind of jealousy before, and it made him feel completely out of control.
