Chapter 95 – Daelan POV
Ha.
The audacity.
I think to myself, as I notice Evan staring at my beloved goddess.
He's not even being subtle.
His eyes trail her like he still has a claim. Like she was ever his to begin with. He watches her move, reach for a glass, smile at a passing noble like she's royalty—and she is—and it burns him.
Good.
Choi Jihun had the nerve to ask earlier if I was okay with what my goddess was wearing.
Firstly, my beloved goddess can wear whatever the fuck she wants. I don't get to dictate her wardrobe. She could walk in here naked and I wouldn't give a damn.
Well, I'd give a damn about how many bodies I'd have to clean up afterward—but not about her choice.
Secondly, having her beside me tonight feels like walking a perfectly cooked, juicy, slow-roasted feast into a starving wolf den and knowing the wolves can only look. They can drool, twitch, bare their teeth—but they won't touch.
And I've realized something about myself.
