Chapter 100 - one hundred
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.
"Am I?" I leaned closer, letting my body press against hers. Feeling her heat. Her tension. "Then why are you so angry right now?"
"Because you’re trapping me in a dark room!" She pushed against my chest but I didn’t move. "Because you’re my brother-in-law and this is completely inappropriate. Because everything about this is wrong!"
Wrong. The word that kept coming up. The shield she kept trying to hide behind.
"Wrong," I repeated, letting the word hang between us. "Now you care about wrong? About appropriate?"